I’m distracted right now because Coach and I are in the throes of a serious competition with the six kids we have here on vacation.  (Our three and three of our nieces and nephews)

We have less than 24 hours to photograph 30 abstract items/ideas and present them in a multi-media presentation.

Frankly, the competition was a genius plan on my part. It was an activity that was meant to entertain/occupy the kids for the next 24 hours, all the while incorporating art, physical activity, interpersonal skills, and iMovie mastery.

The genius part? It was an activity that required a spectacular lack of adult supervision.

Except that Coach cannot resist the siren song of competition.

So,  though we cannot win the prize, we are participating as an exhibition team.

What that means for me is that we will run around for the next 24 hours arguing over how one might interpret and photographically represent the word empty.

Of course, we could have marked that one off the list if he had taken my suggestion to photograph an empty grave in the cemetery, but he said that was a creepy idea and might scare the little kids.

Whatever.  Yesterday one of the little kids retold a news story about a naked man eating the face off of another man at an interstate exit in Florida, so I’m pretty sure a picture of an empty grave is pretty benign at this point.

Anyway, the competition was designed to keep the kids occupied while the adults sat on the beach and read, or in Coach’s case, drew crabs in the sand and then made everyone come over and look at his “sculpture.”

Instead, we’re going to go 15 rounds over which of the following pictures is the best representation of the word soft.

Choice A

Choice B

It’s something to ponder, but I have to go.  We have a strategy session in fifteen minutes; Coach just needed a few more minutes to complete his second “sculpture” of the day which, if I’m not mistaken, involves him standing on the toilet seat, throwing cotton balls in the air, and rearranging our toiletries into the shape of a paisley.  All the while trying to photograph the movement of the sculpture.

Personally, I think it’s overkill.  Obviously, this picture is our ace in the hole…

Don’t ask.  I can’t even begin to give you a good explanation.

But, to be clear- yes that is a dead squirrel hanging on a speed limit sign.  And no, no one in our party is responsible for the death of said squirrel.

We’re just recording it all for the sake of art.

See Y’all!

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1 Comment on Art

  1. Leslie Ruth Petree
    June 6, 2012 at 9:29 am (6 years ago)

    I wish you could see just how hard I belly laughed at this post. Y’all are awesome!


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