I must be biased in favor of my family's creativity. Yesterday I posted a video of Amedeo's, my sixteen year old grandson. Today a new collage of Dante's. Featuring Hannah, who published a striking story on HuffPost.
Who are we, anyway? A small knot of artistic types. We seem to stand for something. I think of a famous Picasso rose period painting: Famille de Saltimbanques. The family of circus performers, spanning three generations. An old man, a younger couple, some kids, etc. Maybe we're a Hollywood version of this strangely affecting bunch. Such a magnificent painting.
"Amedeo got over 2000 views of his video!" Dante told me a few minutes ago.
"Really? How does he feel about it?"
"He can't believe it. But it's so important that his generation gets it."
"Absolutely!"
"I mean what good is praise from his mother, or grandfather?"
"Doesn't mean shit. In comparison to his peers."