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Friday, April 3, 2009
“Old Toys” by M, art installation
Youth is wasted on the young, they say. But just because one’s age is in the single digits, does not mean one’s perspective is limited to crayons, cartoons and cheesy puffs. Mozart began composing at the tender age of 5, do we consider his work “juvenile?” Of course not (unless you’re Salieri! Jealous much? Oh, mercy!). So it’s with great anticipation that M ventured off the canvas with “Old Toys” a flirty yet demoralizing piece that is as much about the premature death of her youth as it is the narrow, brainless scope of societal influence force fed to growing minds like a race car on a governor. To regard this work is to face our shame. For while these particular toys may be “old”, there is a fresh-faced bunch popping off the assembly line specially designed to limit our abilities and expectations. How cute!
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