On contemporary art: Born in 1936 in a poor, WV mountain family, my mother got an 8th grade education in a one-room schoolhouse. She spent her life with a feeling that she wasn't as good or smart as virtually everyone around her. I vividly recall one DC day in the 1990s. I took her for a walk in Georgetown, and we encountered a confoundi…
On contemporary art: Born in 1936 in a poor, WV mountain family, my mother got an 8th grade education in a one-room schoolhouse. She spent her life with a feeling that she wasn't as good or smart as virtually everyone around her. I vividly recall one DC day in the 1990s. I took her for a walk in Georgetown, and we encountered a confounding piece of non-representational contemporary art. It was not beautiful. My mother turned to me and whispered, C---, is that art? I told her I believed it was, and we had a good laugh. Bad art--nice memory.
On contemporary art: Born in 1936 in a poor, WV mountain family, my mother got an 8th grade education in a one-room schoolhouse. She spent her life with a feeling that she wasn't as good or smart as virtually everyone around her. I vividly recall one DC day in the 1990s. I took her for a walk in Georgetown, and we encountered a confounding piece of non-representational contemporary art. It was not beautiful. My mother turned to me and whispered, C---, is that art? I told her I believed it was, and we had a good laugh. Bad art--nice memory.