When my girlfriend texted me a photo of her holding the chin of her dog Frida, I at first saw a dude, maybe an image of John Lennon, or maybe some kind of post-Warhol Mister BrainWash type image, of a human with sunglasses looking off to the left, in semi-profile.
See also the more famous W.E. Hill illusion of old woman young woman I link to.

In a perhaps related matter, I took this self-portrait to send to an old friend; Rodin’s “Orpheus” is what I am leaning against, and over my shoulder is something I forget what it was called, and cannot seem to find it online: I thought it said “Catyrid”. To me the highlight of the expanded Rodin show were two watercolors of nudes by Georgia O’Keefe and I thought these pieces may have influenced Nathan Oliveira’s Santa Fe nudes.

Am I allowed to jump from W.E. Hill illusion/Warhol/Frida (Kahlo) to Rodin and then O’Keefe and Oliveira? That’s more spastic than “plastic”.

And the image here of the so-called illusion works less well than on my phone screen. Ok, I’m tripping.

The Rodin show, here til January, was decent but not on par with the recent Picasso and Matisse orgies in SF. I also detoured upstairs at the Cantor and noticed an Oliveira bust they must have rotated in:

An Oliveira bust

Returning full circle to Frida the dog, I had been meaning to post this photo of Mr. Brain Wash “Charlie Chaplin” mural in the courtyard of the Doris Day-owned Cypress Hotel in Carmel. We took Frida there to the dog-friendly hotel for a summer holiday, and stayed in a room that Barbara Eden is said to be fond of.