This is the 74th installment of a 100-day challenge to write a new vignette every morning.
She looked at the masterpiece hanging in the museum, but all she could think is that her five-year-old could do better. This one was cute, sure, but it barely scratched the surface of what art could be, Diana thought.
She felt similarly about the rest of the work in this room—and that was the point of this outing, wasn’t it? To get some perspective. To learn more about what’s already out there.
To see, for certain, just how gifted her daughter is.
Diana followed the painting’s curved lines and tried to piece them together and see the whole: some abstraction of a bowl of fruit. Or maybe it was a landscape. If she tilted her head the pineapples could be trees—or maybe they’d been trees all along. The colors went together nicely, at least, but the entire composition lacked something crucial. Power? Conviction? Sincerity? Her daughter’s work had that missing element, but Diana didn’t see it anywhere in this gallery.
As Diana tried to determine whether that yellow streak was a banana or the sun, her daughter tugged on her hand, demanding a trip to the bathroom.
Miles Away 