As a senior in my final weeks of college, I am frequently asked the dreaded question: “What are you doing next year?” While I do not have an answer yet, I can now say with certainty that a career in stone carving is out of the question.
We’ve had Nunna My Heros: After Barkley Hendricks’ ‘Icon for My Man Superman’, 1969 on view in our permanent collection gallery since January of this year, and the words at the top, “aint nuthin but a sandwich,” have been a mystery to me until this week.
I am convinced the Nasher Museum is magical. The moment we walk through the door there is a buzz, an excitement. A smiling volunteer greets us and tells us about the amazing kid-friendly activities in progress. My daughter’s sour mood shifts instantly, as does mine…we are now so obviously in a very special place. Our imaginations have permission to fully kick into high gear and we are surrounded by folks filled with the same sense of wonder and joy.
While my lack of formal art training initially caused feelings of anxiety and embarrassment, I was later able to use my own viewpoint when creating educational materials. As it turns out, I actually have quite a lot in common with children. I come to art with an equally blank slate. While I might not be well versed in the technicalities of ancient Roman art, I can relate to children. I can put myself in their shoes and, to be honest, a lot of the time I am in their shoes.
They sat around Nineteen White Discs in a position I remember being called “criss cross applesauce”. The boys and girls were wide-eyed as their gallery guide told them who Alexander Calder, the great contemporary artist and inventor of the mobile, was.