My son has recently become an artist in his own right. He specializes in found/installation art, sculptural painting with temporary organic substances, and the occasional performance piece.
Translation: he makes a mess of our living room, smears his baby food all over our stuff, and tries to eat stuff he shouldn't.
My fingers remain crossed that he will never decide to experiment with the style of Piero Manzoni, although from what I understand, he may decide to combine Manzoni's material choice with Jackson Pollock's painting style. I duly assured my husband that if that fateful day should ever come to pass, HE will be cleaning it. This is non-negotiable. As a child, I drove my mother crazy with the stunts I pulled, but painting with my poop was never one of them. It doesn't help that my In-laws are waiting with bated breath for this particular masterpiece; I just hope he decides to install it in their house.
I don't suppose it's too much to ask that he be interested in digital photography instead?
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Uhhh no thanks. We already had one of those paintings at our house. We're all set.
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