At least you are guaranteed a post from me on a Monday, because of this GREAT Fun Monday group! Sayre is this week's hostess, and her assignment was such:
"Brush off your interview skills. Talk to everyone who lives in your house. I want to know what their, and your, favorite piece of art is in your home. Photographs do not count. If there was a fire in your home, everyone would grab photographs, but what is the non-photographic piece of art you would grab on your way out - and why? (Edit: These don't have to be paintings - these can be wall hangings, statues, lumps of clay by your child, anything that is artistic expression of some kind EXCEPT photographs.)"
No photos? You have GOT to be kidding. Okay, I'll play along. (But I'm sneaking photos, in the event of a real fire...just so ya know.)
I found out VERY quickly that my family's idea of "art" is definitely interpretive. First, I interviewed Roger. He answered very quickly. TOO quickly. He chose an electric guitar he recently ordered, which so happens to be handcrafted, made to his specifications - completely personalized for HIM. Art? Uh...okay...I guess based on Sayre's definition, it qualifies. It's his baby. He considers it not only a work of art, made by artisans, but something with which he can create NEW art. Fine. Have at it. Here ya go:Now came my hope - The Offspring. What would she choose? I interviewed her privately...separately...knowing that her first reaction would be, "NO PHOTOS?!?!?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!?!?" And do I know my kid...oh, yes. Yes, indeed. She was shocked at the "no photos" caveat. Proudly, I watched her scan the walls, search her room, thinking...thinking.... I looked lovingly and suggestively at all her drawings, her creations of clay, her charcoal renditions, her fashion sketches...uh...Offspring? Have you decided?
"Well, Mom, I want to take Dad's acoustic guitar."
"MOM. It's a piece of ART. And I could always draw something over that I've done before - I mean, you can't make MONEY with any of this artsy stuff I've done, but you can make MONEY with a GUITAR!!!"
(Insert cynical Mom-chuckle here.)
"And BESIDES, Mom, it IS art. Somebody had to spend time shaping all that wood and making sure it could produce a beautiful sound and..."
"Did your dad put you up to this?"
Quizzical look from The Offspring. Runs to Dad. "Dad, what did you pick?"
Dad: "I picked the new Carvin I had made."
"SEE, MOM??? SEE???? Dad and I KNOW what to grab!!!!"
Sigh.I wanted to say, "See those beautiful handblown glass eggs and vases in that cabinet behind that guitar? ART. Made by high-dollar Southern California glass blowers. You could have grabbed those." But no....
What really hurt? Neither of them thought to grab MY art. The lone art piece in our home that I forged, using pastels, back in 1987. No one thought of that. Here it is, which I toiled over, perfecting every detail a teenager could muster:After the interviews, I asked The Offspring why she hadn't chosen a piece of work that was DEFINITELY ART - no explanation required. Why not grab something created by a family member? Something she could look at, day after day, to recall her talented, beloved mother?
The response: "Mom, why would anyone want a picture of some dumb dog?"
Now, go check out the other participants, whose families appreciate art. Maybe someone will even choose a picture of some dumb dog. And wait until I tell the Texas A&M Alumni Association about my kid. She'll NEVER get in.