There you have it - the first post beginning with the words "My son" - a slippery slope you may say - slithering down into the mires of mediocrity, boasting about a child that is no better or worse than any other, chirping proudly as if it's anything to do with me what magic he may or may not possess... ah but there I'll have to stop you, for my son is an amazing up and coming artiste... the "e" on the artiste only proves it.
Here's what he made tonight, a vicious, frankly honest and delicately fragmented look at modern life, told from the innocence of the young with the sharp edges and blistering heat of a 21 month old mind in turmoil, or as he calls it "Obair" - (Irish for Work).... he has already pointed out to us the multi-facets of the work, how some parts seemed to have gotten hurt "Bupa" (Spanish for little hurt - we keep correcting him and telling him it's VHI), he kept shouting at his father to watch as he stuck on the metallic pieces of paper, and has now pointed out to us the stars, dogs, and boats that we are only beginning to see... He's asleep now as I type this, obviously drained from the effort...
Anyway - that's the Boast, now that it's out I can calm down and refrain from ringing up Mensa or anything...
6 comments:
Hah... it starts with a joke...
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It's fabulous! You'd better save it - it will be worth millions someday :)
Rachel - it's so serious it's scary... I'm going to get it valued for insurance purposes shortly.
It will bug, it really will!!!
:-)
Be careful about posting said genius's work online! it could be whipped away and imitated! And he innocently sleeping - that child needs an agent ...:)
For me, it suggests black birds flying chaotically intermixing with a swirl of rose petals being flung about by a whirling wind, all against a bleak ashen sky.
Brilliant, if a bit somber, especially for such a young artiste.
Words, you know we have a gallery going here now, viewing by strict appointment only.
Acorn - we're making you the official commentator, you just seem to "get it"
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