So on Saturday we sledded all morning, and Chloe creamed this one kid, took him out at the knees, just really messed him up, which is kind of what you have to expect if you insist on standing at the bottom of a sledding hill looking the wrong direction, but on the other hand, he was the only other kid on the entire hill at the time, and she wasn’t trying to hit him, so what were the odds?
Then we had lunch, and after that it was still snowing so we drove into town and went to a museum that is great in so many ways. And Chloe and Tom and I talked about what ceramic armor might be all about, or cardboard boxes made of slip cast low-fire white clay. (Okay seriously, did you click on that last link? Did you? I'm not fucking kidding, go click on that link, and look at the cardboard box and those dusty crushed paper cups and know that in that artwork there is no cardboard and no dust and no paper, et cetera.)
And after that we went down into the Kid Area, where they have dress-up clothes, and the kind of building block court you’d have in your house if you were six and had a million dollars to buy blocks with, and the clay workshop where I sculpted The Prince of the Uglies and Chloe sculpted the King of the Nosiest People and Tom sculpted the The Big Blue Bird.
Saturdays might get better than that but I kind of doubt it.
Then on Sunday we went to the other kind of museum, the kind that's actually a bowling alley.
Awesome.
February 23, 2009, 11:50 a.m.Category: Art
