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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Back in the 1950s, my father took our fam’ly t o view the many fine displays in a brand new art museum. He claimed our neighbor’d raved about their paintings by - Picaso... and promised, if we got the chance, we’d make a trip to see ‘em. I was only six years old, but several shows I’d watched... mostly documentaries...had made me well aware That guys like Michelangelo and Rembrandt were the 'Masters'... and very few who’d painted since were qualified to share One damn inch of wall space with the likes of men like them! Walls reserved for works so great their scene could pass for real. But on that day - that horrid day - we learned a brand new word when we were suddenly introduced to what they'd termed -- “surreal”! Strolling past a Rockwell, then a pair of fine Da Vincis, both of us were feelin’ pleased with what we’d come to do, When, turning in to a cul-de-sac, the very first Picaso either of us had ever seen came drifting into view. “So that’s the kind of painting that our neighbor thinks is GOOD?” I whispered to my father, as he stood there, in a trance. His obvious look of disbelief depicted his disdain... and as for me...I swear to God - I pret’ near filled my pants! Had we driven 50 miles to look at crap like that? Crud that looked like something that was painted by a drunk! Works that - if submitted to their teachers for a grade - the wanna-bes who’d whipped them up, without a doubt, would flunk! Thankfully they’d only hung - “surreals” - in one small section. All the other rooms were clad with paintings we adored. A few - “on loan” - from art museums found in larger towns - the sort that...when I’m all grown up...I hope I can afford... Hung behind the counter where the curator sat. And as we reached the door to leave, he glanced at me and smiled, So - glancing back - I snarled at him...“Picasos make me puke!” Which proves that - if you want an honest answer...ask a child!
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