This horrible French dog lives in the Pyrenean mountain town of Ax les Thermes. He is shivery, smelly, sickly and sometimes presents himself in a beaten up condition. He refuses to communicate with humanity, avoids other dogs, looks as if he has never eaten anything ever, but enjoys lying in the sun. I have watched his comings and goings for two years during our shared life on planet earth and his character has grown large in my mind until he is as complex as India. What he means to me I have put in the drawings. He is as significant a figure as Falstaff, Hamlet or Willy Loman. More so, in that he has no fixed symbolism, no meaning that is poisitioned in culture and time. He is just there. Defiantly alive, for no reason, not even any of his own, because he has no reasons of his own. In the drawings here he is seen by different people - a woman out walking her better dog, two toughs who see a pooch tougher than they are - and the sight of him means different things to them all, depending on what kind of people they are and what mood they are in. And so this fleabitten mutt stands shivering at the centre of all our responses, fears and smiles, because we also 'are just there'.
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Woman walking her pampered yappy pooch sees the horrible dog Ink on Arches paper, |
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Stout compassionate anti-war girl looking at the horrible dog Ink on Arches paper, |
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Toughs observing the horrible dog Ink on Arches paper, |
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A veteran slips on the merde of the horrible dog Ink on Arches paper, |
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