I Don’t Know Art, But I Know What the Teachers Say

her: [person we both know] won’t even look at me anymore
me: ah, but he won’t get into heaven
her: hmmmmm are we going to heaven?
her: I always figured we’d be partying in hell =)
me: we will but hell by definition means he’ll be at the same table
her: how are the kids doing this summer?
me: sorry had to take Dylan’s hands out of the DVD slot
me: the boys are at Camp Galileo
me: and Daphne is at summer school
me: so I can look for work
me: and write
her: Camp Galileo…sciencey camp?
me: art and science
me: Logan is in pig heaven
her: oh I’m jealous
me: the guy was all we can’t get Logan to shut up in science
me: I said I almost felt sorry for them, signing him up
her: well he is an expert!
her: on almost everything!
me: and the art? omg
me: we were reading a bedtime story about a mouse visiting the art museum
me: and her favorite was the Degas dancing girl
me: and I said remember when you guys drew her?
me: and then the mouse saw Pollack and didn’t get it
me: and Logan said
me: get this
her: *waiting with bated breath*
me: well there are no objects in his art—he paints what he’s feeling, so you really shouldn’t look for THINGS
her: WOW!
her: I was in college when I learned that crap!
me: I bet that’s verbatim from camp
me: they studied Pollack this week
her: teeheehee wow kids these days
me: no shit
her: well maybe in a year or so you can have him watch the ed harris movie

Comments

  1. I so so so wish I could send my kids to camp/school while I write and look for work. seriously. Enjoy it.

  2. I think all young kids’ art start out looking like Pollack’s.