This is Mr. Amadeus with his new frame, and I’ve added him to my wall of fame, or shame depending on your point of view. I don’t know anything about his life. I’m sure he’s long since crossed over the rainbow bridge. I found his photograph in a shoebox full of photos belonging to Douglas Willett last time I visited him. But to me, he has the “Look” of a fierce sled dog. A dog anyone would be proud to have on their team.
His gaze says it all to me and is why I wanted to paint him.
ENDURANCE, FIDELITY, INTELLIGENCE
I thought I would try this and see what happens. There is a juried art show in Bethesda, MD. coming up in Feb. I submitted these paintings to see if I get in. 1st place pays $10k, 2nd $2K, and 3rd $1K. Considering I only started painting 2 years ago I won’t be crushed if I don’t get in, or place. I paint them because I love these sled dogs with a passion.
Paintings are 8×10 done in acrylic and sometimes spray paint for the background. I built the frames which are scorched oak, stained and clear coated.
All the dogs are from Shaytann Siberian Kennels in the Yukon, Canada. Except for Cooper who is one of my dogs. Two of them are 2-time finishers of the 1000 miles… Yukon Quest, and Iditarod (Bering & Max).
You can learn more about Shaatann Siberians here https://www.shaytaansiberians.com/
May the New Year bless us all.
Painting number 7 in a series of I don’t know how many yet. They have a lot of dogs for me to paint.
It seems like I don’t have enough time to keep up with everything these days. Mainly because I’m always doing some kind of project. Writing books, painting, running dogs, keeps me very busy. I just wanted to show you my latest art projects. I’m painting a series of dogs from Shaytann Siberian Kennels. They run the Yukon Quest and sometimes the Iditarod. When I found their photos I just had to paint them. This is dogs 4 and 5 in the series so far.
First of all for those wondering. No dogs die in this movie, in fact, none show any real damage that an ace bandage won’t fix. The acting is very good and there isn’t a lot of dialogs. That rings true as the real stars are the dogs. Togo the canine actor looks very much like the original and his performance in the movie was sensational.
I would say this movie is at least 98% true to the book, “The Cruelest Miles.” The ending is not exactly like the book but well played just the same. The cinematography is well done and the scenery is very beautiful and breathtaking.
The storyline is well done, not only historical but filled with drama about the situations the characters found themselves in. And how they answered the call to save the children of Nome. Not much credit is given to the other mushers of the relay teams but I think that is fine. Togo was shorted throughout history for his part. Seppala and his dogs with Togo in lead ran the longest distance of any team and crossed Norton Sound not only once but twice.
It’s an awesome movie for all ages! For me, the lump in my throat watching this came from the connection between Sepp and Togo. I know what that connection feels like, and I’m sure you do too. You might not save a town, but the connection between humans and our dogs are undeniable, whether you have a Yorkie or a Husky.
That’s a love that you cannot describe or ever forget.
Well done Disney!
I’m so psyched about this tomorrow night. Get Disney+ for a 7-day free trial and see the true hero of the 1925 Nome Serum run…Togo and William Dafoe as Leonhard Seppala.
There was a time when the animals ruled this earth. The Divine had created them long before man. The Divine had given them strength and cunning, tooth and claw, fang and talon, poison and stealth so that they could survive the new world he had made for all his creations.
All his creations were part of the balance of this world. Each animal had a part to play and limited intelligence that would not disrupt the harmony but allow for the survival of the hardiest. This would ensure that only the best of the best would endure. That over generation upon generation they would flourish and become better than those before.
Over the eons They Great Divine tired of them and began to test them with natural disasters to see how they would adapt. Some perished, but others found a way to live. He was inspired by this, that his creations wanted to live in his world so badly that they would mutate and overcome his obstacles.
In time this too became mundane to him so The Divine thought to create a new animal…man.
He’d used up all the great ideas of his perfect beast. All that was left was a creature that was weak at birth and took years to learn and become strong. This new creation needed an edge to survive the beast so he gave them more intelligence. Much more than he had intended, but what was done was done.
They still retained a bit of animal in them but they learned from their mistakes, they endured tooth and claw, poison and stealth. But still, they died daily and were about to expire so he gave them fire. Fire to keep the nocturnal hunters at bay. It worked and in time their intelligence grew and they were able to craft weapons, simple things of stone. Like a blade that could give them parity against fangs, and claws.
Slowly over time, they became equals and later to master all of his beasts. But all was not right with his new creations. They could not seem to stop themselves and be happy being the masters of the world. They wanted more and more. They wanted to rule as he did on high. They not only wanted to master the beast but each other.
Great conflicts were fought by weapons created from the intelligence he gave them. Some lost and some won but still, they wanted more. They had forgotten the days of old when they had almost been extinguished for all time.
Many times, The Divine purged the planet with the forces at his disposal. He tried to cleanse them of their defects but it never worked completely. Time and again they would rebuild but still a few of the inferiors prevailed to rotten the batches of new humans.
Eventually, he recognized that he had failed. So, he left them to their own fates and went on to other blank worlds to start over again. His creations would either make it or die out for all time. But before he left he gave them one last hope.
He left them his namesake spelled backward…Dog. The one creation of his that had remained pure of heart in spite of their simple minds. He had instilled in them the qualities of forgiveness, and love everlasting. Courage and sacrifice, with the love of family and friends.
The Divine left them with this last gift and then turned his back on the first world that he created. They would either learn the lessons his dogs taught, or the world would turn to ash. The humans would learn to live in harmony with all living things or perish forever. Some day he would return to view the results.
Want to learn about Kennel style, tethering, and team hierarchy? Listen to some great insights from 4-Time Iditarod Champion Martin Buser.
Night run III. 39F/3.9C, with rain. Considering they are not in shape yet 1.5 Miles in 11:53/Top speed 18Mph/28.9Kph in the Rain seems pretty decent. I’ll take it.
NOTE: Please don’t tell me all about how running on the pavement will destroy my dog’s joints, or how their feet will dissolve without booties. You don’t know my dogs or their feet. They’ve been doing this for 5 years without even a muscle pull.