The two-year-old art prodigy who has recently come under my tutelage (well, two years ago by the process of birth) has strayed away from his traditional medium of crayon scribbles on the wall, which are comparable to Cy Twombly’s but much better. Since he has managed to cover all our walls, door, and cabinets with his etchings and has even managed to get a few scrawls on my checkbook, the artist known as Chubby Curls has discovered new places to put his art.
Today, he experimented in a very swift manner (while I was breaking up a fight between his old brother and his old sister in the basement) with chocolate syrup and paper towels on ceramic tile floor. His work is a little Dada, a little Surrealist, somewhat reminiscent of Allan Kaprow’s “Happenings” in the 1960s and is far more innovative than the work of Vik Muniz, a gimmick artist who works in chocolate.
Could it be time to call 60 Minutes for a story about my child art prodigy, or should I see if Planned Parenthood would like to use this image in their next ad campaign?
