Art in chaos

Every so often, I completely lose my mind and give up trying to make sense of the fact that nobody notices the inconceivably vast mess that surrounds us.  Then it occurred to me, maybe they don't see what I see. Is it a gender bias or a mother/child differential component that makes certain things impossible to see?  (Unless it is my mother, she makes it very known that she can see it.)  Could it be possible that I have young virtuoso prodigies on my hands and where I see chaos they see art?  So, in an effort to support my budding Pablo Piccassos I took a Sunday afternoon strolling the the museum, otherwise known as my house.

Practical Life Cube Sculpture

What I see- Clean laundry of all colors, darks, lights, whites, that has been sitting in a laundry basket for five days and has now moprhed into the shape of a laundry lego.
What they see- Sculpture representing the world family as one unit. All shapes and colors tightly bound together into one cohesive shape and possibly stackable.

                                                                                                  Contemporary Mosaic 

What I see- The most annoying thing on Earth that makes my head feel like it is going to explode with rage.
What they see- A mosaic interpretation of the tiles on the floor.  Metaphorically missing the drain to prove the point, that beauty sometimes misses the mark, but one must try and try and try…and try.

                                                                                            Impressionism with fingerprints

What I see- A glass door I cleaned 3 minutes prior to this photo. A door that clearly has a door knob which they seem to miss.  I also question what they have been eating because by the looks of the greasy finger prints, it appears they ate sticks of butter with their hands.

What they see- A floating dog.

                                                                                                    Practical Life Sculpture

What I see- Someone who poured way too much cereal in a bowl for a 4 year old who ate 2 bites. Obviously the sink was full so it couldn't be cleaned, so the next best place for it would be right next to the sink for the world to see.
What they see- The spoon is positioned just so as to give the impression it will be finished later, but everyone knows it won't. The box in the background (that wasn't put back) makes a powerful statement LIFE. This is my Life and sometimes it makes me cry.

                                                                                                             Realism Art

What I see- Someone who left just enough orange juice in the bottom of the bottle so they could justify not throwing it 2 feet away into the recycling bin.

What they see-  An optimistic point of view. Is the bottle empty or is just an illusion of empty. It is all how you look at it.

                                                                                                              

                                                                                                                 Junk Art

What I see: A pile of clothes that my husband steps out of right before he steps into bed. Layer by layer you can find complete outfits from the days before. At some point it may stand up and resemble my husband and I won't be able to tell the difference.

What he sees: I believe he is blind to this and unable to see it. Just as he is blind to the hamper he passes, as well as the chair and ottoman he passes on his way to this very spot.

                                                                                                       Exhibitionist Art

What I see-  A losing battle with gravity.  A child who was born without hips and who doesn't notice a draft. Who is also sitting in a "W" position which I have heard is horrible for children and results in their legs being bowed and unusable. 

What they see- A valiant statement that pants are restrictive. That parts of a body should be celebrated, not covered. That you can sit whatever the hell way you want to because you are 4 and nobody is going to tell you how to sit when watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.


I'm sure if you take a look around you can find art in the chaos in your own home.  In my house it is a continues example of how art imitates life, chaotically.