July 10, 2009 4 Comments
One day when Nicholas was three years old, we passed an art center with a banner outside depicting silhouettes of movie cameras on tripods. Nicholas saw them as hammers.
“Look, Mama, they’re going to have a Hammer Festival! I want to go!”
“Oh? What do they do at the Hammer Festival?”
“Well, they serve yummy pancakes. And everyone gets a hammer, of course, and we go around looking at the paintings on the walls. If we don’t like the painting, we hit it with our hammer. After the Hammer Festival, they throw away the paintings with the most hammerings and keep the other ones.”
Now I know how museums cope with the fact that artists are always producing new art!