Wednesday, July 2, 2008

An artwork's place of honor

An interesting twist to working two weeks worth of baseball camps in New Jersey is that I get to stay at my parents' house. They've made a few changes to the place in the last 20 years - new kitchen, new downstairs bathroom as well as adding a ton of plants and trees to the backyard to ruin what was the best wiffleball field in town.
However, one major staple has remained. In the downstairs bathroom hangs a drawing my father found irresistible. It's always been there. And they've lived in this house for more than 30 years.
So thanks to the power of the scanner, and without further adieu, I give you, "Eight Chins."

If you have ever been in my parents' home and used the facilities, you know you counted.
If not, I invite you to check. They're all there, trust me.

2 comments:

Chris JA said...

I love that picture. I remember seeing it as a kid taking a piss in that little bathroom with the weird curved mirror on the ceiling. I always liked the picture's subtle humor and very simple style. I'm glad to hear it's not in the garbage. If they're ever going to get rid of it, I'll take it.

You know, I've made reference to that picture when talking to others about simple, but effective bathroom art.

Chris JA said...

Is there anyone out there reading this except me?

Doug, are reading these comments?