“Art saves lives.”
The other day I was with a group of ladies when talk turned to children and grandchildren. Yes, it was one of those discussions. Good thing we were on our best behavior. Except for me.
Recently I’ve been trying to keep my opinions to myself. Why should I care if someone thinks that eating donuts for breakfast is a good start to the day. Why comment if someone states that reading trashy fiction is a good way to clear the mind. I only need to take care of myself. But then…
The discussion turned to brilliant grandchildren and the paths they choose for their lives. One of the women said that her grandson was so brilliant that the family was sure that after his graduation from college he would become a mogul. Or did she say Mongol? Whatever.
At any rate, the family was in distress because this brilliant young man graduated and decided he wanted to draw. Yes, he wanted to become an artist. “What a waste!” this woman exclaimed. I should have counted to 10. Instead, I pounced.
OK. Not every artist has their work in galleries. Oftentimes they don’t even market enough to avoid being part of a waitstaff in order to pay the bills. And not every mogul ends up in our prison system. And money doesn’t make us happy, or so we tell the young, unless they decide to become artists.
And so I left that evening with fewer friends and more questions. Is success really about fame and fortune? Are we really concerned about the young because we want them to be happy or do we want them to be as miserable as that part of society who make, against their heart’s desire, socially acceptable life choices? Does this deserve an Amen or another quote? I’m going with another quote.
“Do not die with your music still inside of you.”
Loveya – The Grandma
Artist, African hand drum student, yoga neophyte, and Grandmother of 22 or so grandchildren. I enjoy cooking and writing. I value good friends and quiet times for reading.