It’s Art If You Say It’s Art
Maggie picked up the paper. Turned it around. Twice
“Wow. You’ve put a lot of black into this one.”
Did she sound impressed? She hoped so, didn’t want to crush his little spirit with the “what’s it meant to be?” question, or worse try to guess and get it wildly wrong. She’d read too many parenting books to fall into *that* trap.
“It’s a representation of how our past overshadows our present, so we are never truly free,” said her son, reverently.
“So, you didn’t like your past, eh? Think Dad and I did a bad job?”
“Well… not necessarily.”
Extroduction
Oh, art. I’m afraid it’s a mystery to me. I like what I like, but I couldn’t tell you why or what makes a ‘good’ piece of art. Sometimes I think it’s entirely random what becomes worthless and what priceless.
I do know that I love painting and sketching. And that the process means more to me than the product. Dominic demanded I sketch kittens on our recent train journey. Afterwards he declared that one looked like a demon. Ah, well, forever learning.
Below, the kitten sketches just to haunt you. Don’t worry, you don’t have to say anything nice.
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