What I liked about his attitude, however, was that although his drawings sucked, he never relented and kept drawing away. There's something about beating one's head against the wall that I really admire. When he presented me with his drawings, and I’m using the term loosely, we had many conversations that went like this:
“This is lovely, thank you.”
“Do you like it?”
“Do you know what it is?”
“Oh, honey, who knows what anything is? Not me! I’m not into labeling things.”
“It’s a circle.”
Recently, however, he had a breakthrough and his drawings improved dramatically. I started to swell with pride (or maybe turkey) imagining many gallery openings that I would be attending, because what mother doesn’t want her son to be a famous artist?
Over Thanksgiving weekend, he created this masterpiece:
It’s a winning Mets guy. Great, right? Except my mama scrutinized it and said “is he missing a nose or a mouth?” And my son said, “A nose. I don’t draw noses because they make people look stupid. I also don’t do ears.” That’s not weird, right? It’s an artistic choice. And I figure that he could charge extra for those features. Place your orders now, while the getting is good. And if you're anything like me, lack-o-nose is a big plus. And I mean BIG.