For anyone who’s ever looked at an abstract painting and said, “A two-year-old could do that,” here’s your proof, I suppose.

I find the prissy art critic highly amusing. He apparently thinks the paintings are good enough that a two-year-old could not have done them without adult help. Personally, I like abstract art but it is a mystery to me, what makes one painting good enough to be considered worthy of display in a serious art gallery (and worth hundreds or thousands of dollars) and another merely childish doodling worthy only of display on the family refrigerator. On one level it is nothing more than smears of paint and I see no reason why a two-year-old child (or maybe an ordinary housewife) wouldn’t have just as much chance of creating an abstract masterpiece as an elite artist who has been “properly educated” and “paid his dues.” In fact, I like this little girl’s paintings much better than I like Jackson Pollock’s (for example) but I see nothing especially amazing about the fact that she creates paintings that are pleasing to the eye.

I keep thinking maybe someday I’ll give it a try myself if I can ever make time in between all the quilting, sewing, reading, pretending to garden and minimum required housework.