Can you imagine throwing out your child’s art? I can. I am not a particularly nostalgic person. If you couple that with a virulent anti-hoarding gene and then add the fact that I am a professional artist, well–you know–I chuck stuff. Toss it. Recycle it. All the time. But not everything. Just some of the flotsam that churns out of our every day.
So, I was asked about six months ago if my husband and I would like to be included in a show at the Scottsdale Museum of Contemporary Art called Artists and Their Children. I thought it was nice that they included us. My husband is an artist too. We didn’t come up with a plan and just figured it would evolve. Which it has. And because this is a fun opportunity to showcase the beautiful mess that is our family’s creative life, I wanted it to just be playful. So for six months I silently curated the flotsam and jetsam of creative offerings that churn out of the day-to-day. Most things are not actual art objects but instead are creative solutions to homemade toys, which is to say—weapons. I think necessity is the mother of invention and if you don’t give your five year old a light saber he’s gonna make one himself.