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Knick-Knack Paddywhack Give A Dog A Bone

Laurel & Hardy Quotes: 'A Knick-Knack Is The Thing That Sits On A Whatnot'

Laurel & Hardy Quotes: 'A Knick-Knack Is The Thing That Sits On A Whatnot'

Based on my music video "Thicc-Knack," which can be viewed on my YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/curtisecomedy.

Based on my music video "Thicc-Knack," which can be viewed on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/curtisecomedy

Based on my music video "Thicc-Knack," which can be viewed on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/curtisecomedy

Based on my music video, "Thicc-Knack," which can be viewed on my YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/curtisecomedy.

....give the dog a bone and make him a happy little guy :3

From the series “Small things”. Oil, pencil and charcoal on paper. Original size> 30 x 30 cm. 2012. My house is full of little things. An infinity of unnecessary items accumulated over the years, that stay there, without a reason and without a purpose. Sometimes I not even remember where they come from, where I bought them, or who has donated them to me. But now they have achieved a small space, a place above a cabinet, inside a drawer, on a library shelf, or hidden at the bottom of a closet, and they defend that place fiercely, stubbornly. They don’t want to leave, claiming their right to survive, pretending that I feel an affection for them, a bond that simply doesn’t exist. I avenge with these portraits, which reveal their useles...

Happiness can also be found in simple little things. A precious treasure doesn't necessarily have to be diamond and gold. Remember the days when even a small button or stone can be the most precious prize?

From the series “Small things”. Oil, pencil and charcoal on paper. Original sold. 30 x 30 cm. 2012.

From the series “Small things”. Oil, pencil and charcoal on paper. Original size> 30 x 30 cm. 2012. My house is full of little things. An infinity of unnecessary items accumulated over the years, that stay there, without a reason and without a purpose. Sometimes I not even remember where they come from, where I bought them, or who has donated them to me. But now they have achieved a small space, a place above a cabinet, inside a drawer, on a library shelf, or hidden at the bottom of a closet, and they defend that place fiercely, stubbornly. They don’t want to leave, claiming their right to survive, pretending that I feel an affection for them, a bond that simply doesn’t exist. I avenge with these portraits, which reveal their useles...