The Art of Conversation & The Banana

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Fifty-thousand years ago, after the hunt, the community would gather around a large fire and, while some cooked and prepared the meal, a few would tell those who hadn't participated in the hunt about the action. Children and the older folks watched as the storytellers related the adventure of the hunt through drawing scenes of bison, wild horses, and other animals on the walls of the cave. Whether these storytellers were revered or not, they were important to the community. Among many other things, children learned which animals were favored for eating and which were to be avoided. As cultures developed artists were a regular part of civilization. Their stature rose from Roman slaves to professionals who were paid for their ability. 

What sparked these many thoughts was a banana duct-taped to a wall and the reaction it sparked in artists. Many were upset that a banana taped to a wall had a price tag of $125,000 on it. Whether it actually sold or not I really do not know, or whether it even hung in a real gallery. I really wasn't interested in the piece, just in the conversation it sparked. Every so often a piece like the banana with duct tape comes along. For me it is a plus for the art community. These pieces get people talking about art for a short time.  Back in those caves, art was a reward, it delighted and educated people. It recorded daily life for us to see where we came from. Those wonderful cave wall drawings have long since been replaced by big screen TVs, reducing conversations back to grunts and groans. We developed language through art. That banana returned art to the conversation, even if only to criticize what art has become.  

Screech Owls, Wild Turkeys, and the Model T Ford in the Pond

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Hiking out to my Uncle Hank's farm was a way for my mom to get a day off. For my sisters, Cathy and Patrica,  and brother Francis, it was an adventure out into the country. Mom packed us a lunch and we got to drink from a canteen. Didn't really like the taste of the water from the canteen, but still it was just part of the adventure and that I liked.  Seeing the different farms and different animals each had was exciting. Mrs O'Malley's goats and geese were always fun to tease - and they gave us a good chase along the way. My parents were friends with all the famers along the way. I think they were keeping their eyes on us as we passed each place.

Bird spotting was a challenge. Who could spot different birds first was the game. Catching the biggest grasshopper was another game. Getting bit by the Burger's horses and facing down their dog was all part of the adventure. Drinking cool pump water in the Burger's kitchen while eating slices of Mrs. Burger's sweet raisin bread... Sweet green apples and sour thorn apples, wild grapes and purple plums contributed to the belly aches ending in a visit to Uncle Hank's outhouse. New born calfs and stray cats were all part of visiting the farm. Little screech owls, wild turkeys and the Model T Ford in the pond, were all there, sparking our imaginations. I was fascinated by the Model T Ford in the pond.

The day ended with sleeping on Aunt Marie’s couch. Then, next morning after breakfast, the hike home. Didn't need video games in those days or even a TV.