Kissing Fish

 We made it to the art gallery this weekend.  We sat with R for some time as she made art.  I made "Kissing Fish"  I think that making art with children is really important.  It is an opportunity for me to try new things and have a diolgue in a space where we are equals.

The Art gallery has long been a part of our mental space.  I was a great place when the children were learning to walk with lots of space to explore.  While they rarely interact with the art directly, some of the pieces have been happily explored.  In particular, they had a Ron Meuck giant baby head that was akin to seeing god for the babies.

But what is up with the gallery?  The Innuit art is in the basement at the end of a dark stairwell.  Symbolism fail.  Especially in a gallery that is otherwise flooded with light.  They have a room of really ancient indigenous rock work which is breathtaking but is followed by a room of 17th century Quebec church brick brack.  Once again the symbolism is bad to my eye.  There are some indian works in the modern art gallery, but most of the gallery is made up of paintings by old dead white dudes or ancient sumarians.  This isn't Canada.  Where are all the awsome indigenous artists?  Why are the major exibits all european masters?  Who cares.

 

Meet The Trans Sex Worker Who Transformed A Gang-Controlled Prison I liked this article as it reminds us what one person with a vision can accomplish.  It also put that "why me?" voice in persepective.  That voice needs that a lot.

The Boy who lived with Bears Has a number of stories that are a nice length for a bed time read.  I really liked the title story and the art in this book with lots of interesting details and inspiration for further drawings.  The bear story garnered some good conversations about which animal we would choose to live with.