I should’ve been an art history major. Sometimes, in my dreams, I’m that sexy African Art / African literature professor with funky style, elegant locked hair, and an office full of books about Africa.
Wait—that’s kinda my life—without the Ph.D…and the sexy office…and no dread locks (yet!).
Instead I’m surrounded by a couple of wild children, one hand in a pot on the stove as the other sweeps dirty dishes into the sink for the fifteenth time today. My beloved books about Africa are in a pile in the corner of a room earmarked as the future family library.
This past weekend was different though. I was surrounded by art. I love art, so we went to the Smithsonian on Saturday. It took us two hours to escape the suburbs (which is 4o minutes away from DC)! But we did it. We took the girls to the Natural History museum. We figured animals and nature are things they can grasp at 2 and 4 years old. We plan to visit all the museums in the city eventually. The museum of Natural History was a good start. The highlight of our visit was the sculpture museum’s botanical gardens. There was a magnificent fountain where visitors can dip their feet. The girls loved it.
On sunday Ev and I went back to the city to see my brother perform spoken word. It was his first public performance. The vibe was very young and energetic. There were a variety of performances at Art Undiscovered and his poetry was a hit! I’m so proud of his courage to go up there and perform. It was nice to be in a room full of fresh-faced, young, talented artists. The energy and eccentricity in the tiny art gallery was electrifying.
While I dream of being credentialed in the arts, I know creativity runs through me and onto this keyboard. I like to paint pretty pictures with my written words, while my little brother speaks his art, I write mine.
We don’t need Ph.Ds for that.