I was on the verge of moving on from #dogurineart. True, it's a blast taking photos of patterns made on the sidewalk by anonymous dog urine. True, I finally have a subject that actually makes blogging enjoyable. True, dog urine art gives me an opportunity to be irreverent, silly, funny, etc. while simultaneously providing me with a perspective from which I can express viewpoints on art, and also explain and document my artistic process. But I was feeling like maybe dog urine art had just about run its course... My dear friend Susan and I were walking along East 89th Street yesterday. To my surprise she told me she was enjoying the dog urine art! Now Susan is a sensitive artist with a refined esthetic, and an exemplary human being. OK, maybe I put her on a pedestal. (She has a touch of kinkiness too!) If Susan can see the artistry as well as the irony, then maybe others will as well as time goes on. Anyway we noticed a fresh example ...
Dog urine art is best observed on the sidewalks of a big city, where the random patterns of wet dog urine assume abstract shapes as they dry on the pavement.