The Finer Things

Before the children came, we used to be patrons of the arts. From the theatre to our city museum of fine art to galleries of every kind, we were consummate frequenters of all things artsy and culturally uplifting. On any given Saturday or Sunday afternoon, you could find us perusing through a museum, or leisurely strolling around downtown taking careful note of architecture, or piddling about in a gallery admiring the latest blown glass exhibit.

That was then.

These days, we find ourselves consuming art of a different kind. . . Our museums these days are of the children's sort. Instead of noting architecture on strolls around downtown, we typically note the location of the nearest public restroom. And, with 3 boys, we don't go anywhere within a football field of blown glass exhibits. Oh, we still have a heart for art, just. . .well. Different art.
This Saturday afternoon, we were treated to a most interesting new collection which I've named: Inch by inch: An image study on paper scraps. Artist: #2. We really are so happy to have the very artist currently in residence at our home. So, I thought, if can not visit a gallery, I shall make one of my blog. Grab a glass of a lovely wine and enjoy this gallery debut:

First, we have a dab of realism. It's Spongebob. Obviously.


Next, we have a brilliant line drawing in No. 2 pencil of a robot. . .or, was it a panda?


Next, there is a more abstract piece titled, "Dad climbing a mountain with a flag."


Next, some wildlife. A monkey. Simple. Understated. Happy.
And finally. . . The pièce de résistance. . . "The monkey's booger."