Thursday, January 26, 2006
Did the great artists of the world have mothers who just wanted to ring their little necks? Had they patient mothers who stooped over indecipherable scribbled masterpieces and think I don't get it, what is it? Did they look at their budding artists and want slap them silly for drawing on the walls for the fourth time? Did the great ones have mothers who lovingly spent hours trying to clean up a outstanding work of art? This is what I did for nearly an hour tonight. My little artist climbed up into her closet and drew me not one, but two lovely pieces of art on the inside walls. What was her medium? Well, she chose wisely beginning with an assortment of markers and ending it all off with a box of 64 broken Crayola crayons. What did our artist draw? Well as far as I can make out I think it's a self portrait on the left and her pent up anger and aggression towards the "Man" on the right! (Her use of black circles and green lines was dead give away for the later.) Did I spank her? No. Did I yell at her? No. Did I want to? Hell yeah. My artist has needs that need to be met (apparently). She needs to draw only on paper in a supervised area. She needs a good spank on the ass! But for tonight I will sit and think of Picasso, Monet and all the other great artist's mothers and think, Damn they were saints. God Bless the women of restraint for not killing their prodigies!