I was out with a project nearly all day yesterday and ran out of time to post this one from last January 7, but it’s one of my favorites. Remember, Mr. Sunshine is my art critic!
Look, mom put a new painting up on the easel.
I don’t think I like this one. It’s just not detailed enough. I don’t like those “fuzzy” landscapes.
It’s water, goof, not a landscape. When did she go there?
How do you know it’s water? You’ve never seen anything like that.
I look at the internet with mom, and I’ve seen her other paintings. This is her style. Look at the way she worked these waves here, colors you’d never imagine were in water.
Well, it’s boring to me. I like real places where I can see all the details, like that one up there of the bare cherry tree that’s right outside this window.
Don’t you have any imagination? You can see that all the time! Look, squint your eyes and then look at it, you’ll be surprised at what you see.
Well, it looks a little more detailed this way, but I’d like it better if it at least had a cat in it somewhere. Maybe a bird. How can I relate to this?
Look, Mister Sunshine, the world doesn’t revolve around you and what you like. Don’t you want to learn about new things? Doesn’t this make you want to go and see this for real?
I’d rather look out the window and see what’s really real. You think you’re so smart, Giuseppe.
You’re a waste of good black cat fur.
I just like to give you a hard time. You know I don’t mean it. I don’t like this one as much as mom’s other paintings, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like it at all.
Well, what do you like?
I like to look at other animals, especially cats. I’m an animal, I like to look at other animals, what do you expect? And I like the outdoors, like the backyard. I like what’s familiar. What do you like?
Well, I like those things too, but this is really eye-catching, I could look at it all day.
You know what I like about it?
Our mom did it.
Yeah, sometimes that’s all it takes.
This conversation between Mr. Sunshine and Giuseppe is patterned after a conversation I overheard between two men looking at art hung in a gallery in an office building lobby.