Spring Waxing Awakening Moon
Two interesting tours with third graders this morning. In the first tour two different kids asked why is this art questions? One wanted to know why the George Morrison was art and the other wanted to know why a piece in the modern gallery, one with parallel lines on a white background qualified as art. We had significant discussions on both pieces. On the first we discussed Morrison’s fascination with horizon lines. Could they see the horizon line? Could they imagine a beach? Yes? Well, that can make it art. On the second piece we had a long discussion about blank canvas and a canvas with parallel lines. One boy offered that it looked like notebook paper. I mentioned parallel lines. Had they studied them? Yes. Do parallel lines ever meet? No. Might have something to do with this piece.
On both tours I took them to foot-in-the-door and suggested they might start thinking now about entering in 2020. Plenty of time to prepare. They found many things that interested them. On the second tour when I told them Frank had only two tablespoons of ink on the whole canvas, Annie, a small girl, said, “Yeah. Right. If the tablespoon was this big.” spreading her hands wide. I enjoyed their skepticism.
After that I settled into a familiar role as a future field instructor for a Unitarian student intern. Church meetings have a tendency to be unfocused, like gangly children, going this way and that. It was a feeling I had experienced often, but I have little patience for it now. I’ll have a chance to have my own meetings with Leslie, the student, provided they ever get the details of their contract worked out. Thank God I have no role in the details of that.
Off to home. A nap. Now some treadmill time.
