Art is Subjective
As I was making Frozen Pudding Pops, Carrie was in the bedroom getting Ryan ready for bed. She was reading him a story. The Dr. Suess ABC book. As she was reading it, I thought that it sounded totally different from the way I read it.
You know that “grown up” art is subjective. I can watch a B Movie and see its genius, or look at a Pollack and say to myself “Whut?”
But, it never crossed my mind that even children’s books could also be subjective. I read the same book as she was reading in a low, slow tempo style, where as she was reading it more upbeat, almost cheerleader style.
So, here’s the thought for the night, for you people with children, did you notice that parent A was handling a type of art in one way while parent B was handling it completely different.
We do the same thing at our house. Stephen’s style is much slower and more deliberate while mine is more cheerleadery. Maybe it’s a male/female thing. We also sing completely differently to the kids too.
In the end it helps round out the children, right?
Oh By the by folks, the link on the b-movie is to Robot Monster. I triple dog dare you to see it. Its a classic!