Sunday, August 15th, 2021

There are all kinds of reasons why Louise might have picked up Emily Carr’s whimsical book, “Flirt, Punk and Loo”. Because, as she explains below, she is a dog lover–especially scruffy, goofy dogs (in this case, Bobtails). Because she is an admirer of Carr’s work, which she was able to see in person at Montreal’s Musée des Beaux Arts. And because she delights in Carr’s writing as much as in her artwork.

I think, too, that in many ways, Louise and Emily might be considered kindred spirits: strong, independent women happy in their own company and when immersed in the smells, sights and sounds of the natural world.

Louise concluded her message to me saying that she thought Carr’s words were soothing and calming on a Sunday morning.

Ce livret que j’ai acheté lors de l’exposition de Carr au MBA, je le lis et relis régulièrement. Autant le propos que les dessins me plaisent et me stimulent. J’aurais aimé connaître cette femme amoureuse des Bobtails, parmi mes chiens favoris. J’aime les chiens au look ébouriffé et un peu fou!

Je trouvais ce propos doux et apaisant pour une matinée dominicale. ” (LC)


“The Garden

The garden was just ordinary-common flowers, everyday shrubs, apple-trees. Like a turbulent river the Bobtails raced among gay flowers and comfortable shrubs on their way from sleeping-pen to play-field, a surge of grey movement weaving beautiful patterns among poppy, rose, delphinium, whose flowers showed more brilliantly colourful for the grey intertwistings of shaggy-coated dogs among them.

In the centre of the lawn grew a cherry-tree better at blossom than at fruiting. To look into the heart of the cherry-tree when it was blossoming was a marvel almost greater than one could bear. Millions and millions of white tiny white bells trembling, swaying, too full of white holiness to ring. Beneath the cherry-tree the Bobbies danced-bounding, rebounding on solid earth, or lying flat in magnificent relaxation.

East, west, north the garden was bounded by empty lots; its southern limit was the straight square shadow of my apartment house.

The depth and narrowness of my lot made the height above it seem higher, a height in which you could pile dreams up, up until the clouds hid them.”

Emily Carr, Flirt, Punk and Loo. Written and Illustrated by Emily Carr


  1. Carr with her pets in the garden of her home on Simcoe Street in Victoria, 1918
  2. Cherry blossoms
  3. Emily Carr, Above the Trees, c. 1939, oil on paper

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