I am sure that one day the Metropolitan Museum of Art will thank me.
Maybe they’ll name a wing after me.
Or add my name on one of those brass plaques attached to the benches over by the gift shop.
How could they not?
I’ve spent years curating a collection of classic 21st century art for them.
And the ever-growing collection is currently housed here.
Organized in tiny bins with labels and baskets full of supplies.
At the end of a long winding sidewalk……in the art house.
A place brimming with joy and creativity and endless chatter and singing……and projects.
Oh……the artistry this little house has seen.
Each one a masterpiece.
Masterpieces that involve beads and fabric and ribbon and stickers.
And glitter glue and markers and paint.
And tiny pieces of paper.
You know what I’m talking about.
You’ve seen them.
I might have mentioned the them before. After all…..there has never been a shortage of tiny pieces of paper here at the art house.
But lately they have been multiplying at an alarming rate.
And forming colonies and starting parent teacher organizations and writing a petition to form their own local government.
Last week I even overheard the tiny piece of paper association talking about starting a bed and breakfast.
But they make me happy….those over-zealous bits of paper.
Yesterday…..as I sat in the art house amidst the chaos and general melee and took a sip of coffee and then set it down on a pile of glitter glue.
And surveyed the pandemonium with a smile.
I smiled because I know that one day when the tiny pieces of paper move to another zip code…..and order and tidiness…..once again reign supreme.
I know these project-creators of mine will never forget those carefree days and the gift of the ability to create.
They will always remember boxes of modeling clay filled with great potential and tubs of glitter glue and stickers and that there were all the supplies they could ever want or need for any project.
And they’ll remember the art house at the end of the winding path.
An art house that was all theirs.
An art house with paint splattered tables and tiny pieces of paper……and wall-to-wall Metropolitan Museum of Art worthy masterpieces. 🙂