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Originally Posted by Winetalk.com
Please elaborate....here you are, with 2 kids in the museum and run into this painting.
Now...please describe in the greta details your definition of "hell to pay"
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OK...first of all, several things need to be assumed:
One...I'm taking children of that age.
Two...I've checked out the museum ahead of time, received a catalogue, and in general satisfied myself that the paintings are such that we can stand in front of them and either appreciate the art or begin a dialogue.
Note: I did not censor my children's exposure to the world. My kids (and hence every one of their friends) all got honest answers to honest questions.) The middle school art department was given a budget that covered pencils. The teacher spent all summer cutting paintings out of magazines and buying postcards so she'd have something to teach with. On my kid's birthdays, I continued a tradition started in elementary school, which is on their birthday, they gave a book to the library. My youngest gave her art teacher a massive art book - the only damned one the teacher had. We went through it, nudes and all.
Three...what does "hell to pay" mean? With me, yelling. I'm not the censorship type. I take responsibility for what I do. *I* brought my kids there. I doubt any of us would have collapsed in shock in front of that painting. We would have discussed it, how art is subjective, and how acts that might be perfectly natural and quite fun look pretty stupid when they're frozen in time like that. I wouldn't sue; I wouldn't picket; I'd probably just use a lot of rough talk at the curator while my children muttered "oh, for heaven's sake, Mom!"
Now, if I was taking these same children when they were older...I'd be the one standing off to the side muttering "I do NOT know these people" as they critiqued the painting and made better suggestions in voices that rang off the museum walls.