Today is Man Ray's 44th birthday. Below, WW remembers life with his first dog.
Man Ray was an amazing retriever and we lived at the beach, so I’d throw a tennis ball into the ocean and he’d go crashing through the waves to get it. He would dive for rocks and all kinds of things. We used to have to play all these games, so I would hide things on him.
When I moved to NY, he continued his game playing, and he would invent new ones. He would bring thing in that he thought I might like. I was developing and printing my own works, and using cones, so he would go around finding cone shapes for me. He would plop one down on my head, “Here’s another cone! I found another cone!”
“Good Man Ray, that’s very good.”
Once I saw him in my neighbor’s back yard, kind of a walled in yard with a hedge fence. He was walking on his hind legs in the back yard like a person. Just walking around on two legs. It turns out he was looking for a ball that got stuck in the hedge. He was amazing that way.