A Creative Soul
Today, while at the Ogden Museum visiting the Basquiat on the Bayou exhibit, Tin had his pen and pad (because he was still in Tin Tin costume minus the orange hair from the night before) and he was drawing. A woman asked him if he was an artist, and I said he’s a creative. Which means he is talented enough to create his own world, something I have been striving for my whole life.
When Tin was a baby, an artist friend gave him a book called Life Doesn’t Frighten Me At All – verse by Maya Angelou and paintings by Jean-Michel Basquiat. It’s been one of our favorites, so today we went to see Basquiat on the Bayou, part of the Prospect 3 exhibits all over town for the next couple of months – lucky us!
Every now and then when someone has seen Tin drawing, they’ve said, “he’s going to be the next Basquiat” like they used to say when they saw him with a trumpet in his mouth: “the next Louis Armstrong” – but the truth is that even though Tin can do a mean imitation of Tin Tin and Satchmo, I wish for my son to be himself because that in and of itself is the ultimate goal.
I sat in the backyard with a friend today while our kids played on the trampoline and our sibling dogs caroused the yard and said that I wished for my son a radical education rather than the one that is here for him – but a few nods and shakes of our head and we both yielded to the reality that he is happy enough with what he’s got – it’s literally me, who wants to shake things up.
A creative soul = someone who destroys to create and creates to destroy.
October 26th, 2014 at 1:16 pm
How absolutely MARvelous for Tin to be basking in Basquiat’s energy! (see what I did there? HA.) Magic Moment: that book finally arrived at my library… so I picked it up yesterday and was just now thumbing through it when I decided to check your posts — LOVE when stuff like this happens. Must agree, Tin’s art does resemble B’s — whatever your multi-talented son chooses to do in life, his creativity will shine! Great photos. Great kid. Great mom.
LOVE
XOX
October 28th, 2014 at 10:00 am
Hi Mudd – been thinking about you and your absence on FB and wondering if that time away was a good respite to think about how social media pulls so much away and sometimes doesn’t give back – sort of like having a ton of friends and not a good one around when you need one. Just wondering about your thoughts on your absence and now your re-emergence.
November 4th, 2014 at 12:11 pm
My 48-day forced absence from Facebook was an eye-opener. Though I missed “seeing” what was happening to my family in Europe, Martinique, and Chile (all the photos shared), and also missed connecting with a precious few friends (thank the goddesses for your blog posts), I found myself becoming more and more productive… and more and more detached from the cyberworld. I actually reconnected with myself in some strange way… and it feels GREAT. I’m really happy to have my account back, but I’ll never be the same: I now enjoy being away from my laptop, I don’t leave it opened all day long, and more importantly, I never bring it to bed with me — HA. I now cuddle up with a good book and it feels fantastic!