We took Liam to First Fridays, a display of local art talent (complete with punch and snacks, of course). I expected him to show no interest.
I was really surprised at his reliable reaction in one gallery, full of colorful expressionist urban landscapes and abstract paintings. I’d put him up to one of those huge paintings, and he would laugh and flap his arms in a caper. He was excited.
(The pictures here aren’t from that gallery; but they’re colorful and therefore similar.)
Then we took him to another with small photographs; and another with black-and-white spidery drawings of ferns (all over the floor, wall, furniture, fruit basket, fruit…). He gave a different reaction:
We’ve got to get that baby some posters — garish ones.
In other news: he’s supported himself sitting for about 10 seconds. Do I hear 20?
Good times could make boring reading . . . but maybe not boring pictures?
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