“I Hate Art”

“The child plays
The toy boat sails across the pond
The work has just begun
Oh child
Look what you have done”

A month after Christine died, my father said this to me with utter disgust;

“I hate art!”

The Rose of the World bubble had burst. Vic’s daughter was in Bankruptcy when she died. It looked like the Captain would never get his investment back. The big bad wolf had lost granny’s house to the phonies in the art world. He played a good game of illusion – and lost! He ran with the Big Players, and came away – fleeced! He helped Christine own the best Artistic Identity money could by – and was prepared to run to Mexico to be the Big Boss Man of a spanking new family. He utterly ignored his other children for all those rosy years, and now that The Dream was dead…