more than one madman

Allow me to suggest a visit to a post from last year. It will help you to know what in the world I am talking about today.

#1 Son is full of tricks. Sometimes he draws things. Other times he designs or builds things. Other times, he just eats food and flops on the couch. Any way you shake it, it's always fun to spend time with him.

A few days before shuffling #1 Son off to Expensive Learning-Land, I took him to the National Gallery in Ottawa to soak in the culture. We ended up in the Contemporary Wing, as we usually do.

One of the works on display was titled, "139 Bricks". It consisted of a long line of brown fire bricks. #1 Son, caving in to his OCD personality, insisted on counting them. When he reached 139, he was slightly miffed.

"That's silly," said Opinionated Matriculating College Freshman. "If they wanted to make a statement, they should have included only 138 bricks."

He was really disappointed in their lack of vision. Some day if I am really fortunate, I may think like him.

Anyway. We came around the corner, and THERE WAS #1 SON"S ORIGINAL ART. "Scribblings of a Madman". Framed. On the gallery wall. We gasped in surprise and delight.

Wait a minute, we said as we squinted to read the tiny type of the museum-quality labels.
This is someone else's artwork. This artist must have read my blog and COPIED #1 Son's brilliant scribblings.

It is the only logical explanation.

Just kidding.

We generously assume that there is another madman running around out there in the world who makes finely detailed drawings of concert set-ups. But this particular guy took his scribblings to a higher level by having them framed and displayed in a major art museum.

We were completely inspired.

I chose to speak of these things today because #1 Son is up to his old tricks once again. He is busily designing the lighting and stage for tonight's exciting event.

(If you like the band photo, he did that too.)

If a mom can't brag about her kid on her own blog, where can she brag about him?