The Library Book Project – 26 August 2010

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Hannah reclines on the sofa, one hand holding the TV remote, the other diving into a packet of crisps. She gives me smug grin.

“Hope you guys have fun!”

I mumble something before backing out of the lounge door and greeting our three children, who are supposed to be putting on their shoes. Ben and Tom are too busy shoving each other to dig their footwear out of the jumble by the door.  Kaitlyn, the oldest, sucks in her cheeks and directs a baleful look at me with her brown eyes.

“Can’t I stay behind with Mum?” she pleads.

“No.” I say, firmly. “We’re going to the museum, just me, you and your brothers. And then, if you’re all good,” I raise my voice slightly so the boys can hear me, “We’ll get some ice cream or something, how does that sound?”

“Yeah! Ice cream!” the boys chant together, distracted momentarily from their tussle. Kaitlyn’s demeanor brightens.

“But only if you get your shoes on right now, no fuss!”

Ten minutes later we’re walking up the hill, and I’m feeling more sympathetic towards my wife with every step. She works from home, but the last few summers I’ve managed to get time off to help her out during the school holidays. This year, things were harder, and so I can only take the kids off her hands on the weekends.

On the way through the town centre, I drop off my library book, and then we head towards the museum. Hannah was doubtful that the kids would particularly enjoy a contemporary art exhibit, but I insisted it was never too early to start exposing our children to modern art. I showed her the exhibit online. It was a collection of photographs by Diane Arbus. Hannah made a face, which caused me to be all the more determined.

It’s not until I stand in the museum’s entrance, the sound of my rowdy children the only audible noise, that I begin to wonder if this is a good idea…


4 thoughts on “The Library Book Project – 26 August 2010

  1. “I insisted it was never too early to start exposing our children to modern art” <- this is a great approach to parenting. ^_^

    Unfortunately, in my limited experience the Nottingham museum of contemporary art (or whatever their name is) has appalling taste in exhibitions.

    • Oh god, me and my friend went a couple of months ago, it was awful! I was actually quite excited when I found out there was an art museum, as there isn’t a whole lot to do in Nottingham that’s free, and the name of the exhibit (The Universal Addressability of Dumb Things) sounded so promising. There were maybe five pieces in the whole exhibit that I actually liked.

      • Hah, gosh! That’s almost as bad as the time I went there, in 2012. Don’t recall exactly when, but it was a rainy day and as you say, there’s not a whole lot to do. There was an exhibit by some New York artist, which depicted a lot of people producing pointless things by uselessly laborious processes. After some bemused and bored wandering-around I asked one of the staff what it was all about, and was informed that it was a combination of the artist’s interpretation of Marx’s theory on the value of labour coupled with her own obsession about the female body (a lot of the people who produced things were half naked and/or sweating).

        I feel like at least half of all bad art is just people trying to say something new about pointlessness. Look how post-post-modern I’m being!

      • Well, I’m not showing my face in there again after the staff caught me trying to snapchat a picture of a big ceramic penis to my sister. (Don’t judge me too harshly.)

        But I don’t think I’m missing out too much.

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