Cul de Sac by Richard Thompson for November 18, 2012

Another artist goes unappreciated.

Nothing a good tricycle trouncing won’t fix.

Maybe he should have done a diorama based on the Thanksgiving play from Addams Family Values.

Petey is not the first great but unsung artist to destroy his own work out of frustration with the philistines. Alice, be smart: don’t run it over; instead, hide it away for a few decades until Petey becomes famous (then bring it out) or a clinically depressed unknown (then run it over with your Porsche).

I love Petey’s dioramas.

They had football back then?

I love this one!! No, Alice, don’t destroy it – Petey will want this for his collection.

Oh yes, all the men in my family were into sports. I’m so glad that my lover prefers going to the opera with me (or as diverse a thing as the movie, Ted which we saw when I was there in July and we also enjoyed). Naturally I’m a Family Guy fan, too and knew who wrote it.

And by the fourth Thanksgiving it came to fisticuffs.

The real trouble started when the indians asked the pilgrims to pass the turkey and one of them flipped them the bird, instead of passing it politely

I know how Petey feels. My older daughter made what I thought was a very original diorama about The Hobbit, showing the scene where the dwarves were captured by giant spiders. The dwarves were wrapped in cocoon-like things and suspended from a spider filament, and you could see bits of their hair protruding, maybe a little nose here and there. My daughter made a C. A’s were granted to diaramas that were slick and Disney-looking, and to my sour-grapes eyes, it looked as though the parents had helped. Humph!

Diorama reducto ad absurbum?

Thank you, lin! I thought so, too. Too bad you weren’t the teacher!

Minus the football talk, that’s probably how it was. Petey should be a historian when he grows up.

Reminds me of a Simpsons episode where Lisa made an Oliver Twist diorama.

When I was in fourth or fifth grade, we were assigned an art project which involved sculpting a miniature bust. I wanted to make Charlie Brown, but my teacher wasn’t aware of who I was trying to portray and was frustrated with my going against criteria to sculpt a perfectly round head instead of a perfectly proportioned one. I distinctly remember all the kids at my table gawking at me and the humiliation that came as the teacher took my work and deformed it with her hands until it resembled a bald head who’d had his brain put in lopsided.

. . . I was a teacher myself for awhile, and know it’s not an easy job!