By Katie Dabal
This is the tale of my dad and the shoebox…
Once upon a time, in a far away land known as New York City, a mother, father, and son decided to visit a castle of sorts. The daughter, who was away at boarding school, was not invited to join them and still feels bitter about it to this day. This castle was a magical place. It did not house princes and princesses but, instead, it was home to a large collection of art. The palace, sometimes know as the MOMA, had a strange visitor from another land take up residence there for a limited time, and this family very much wanted to view his handiwork. The visitor, an inventor of sorts named Tim Burton, was a foreigner not from this world, and many people came from far and wide to view his creations.
Upon entering this art wonderland, the father noticed a piece of art that has plagued his happily-ever-after ever since. It was a shoebox, placed against a wall.
Its simplicity troubled and disturbed him. The father recognized that this object was somehow art but, because he felt like he could have created this himself, he did not feel like this piece should be displayed in a castle with other artworks that were worthy of being there. He felt like art in a castle should look like it had been created by a master artist, people who had spent many years slaving over their craft until they reached perfection, not like something a lowly peasant had concocted. This made the father feel frustrated and insulted, like this piece was a mocking court jester who had made the father the target of a particularly crass joke.
Was this shoebox an evil demon in disguise?
Or, was it merely a misunderstood woodland creature?
The father later had a lengthy conversation with his daughter, who had just begun studying at the prestigious Art Institute of Boston and was learned in such matters. He was still suffering from the terrible affliction his encounter with the shoebox had caused, and he wondered if she could help. The daughter sat the father down and recounted a tale she had recently heard from a wise elf. The story was called “Contemporary Art and the Plight of the Public”, and she believed it would cure him of his ailment. This story explained that the very nature of this piece was to trouble people like the father and make them question what they had seen. It was possible that the piece of art in question was created by a trickster or by a dark philosopher but this did not mean the piece was inherently evil. The story went on to explain that there was probably more to this piece than that what meets the eye. It was something more than a shoebox against a wall and it was also just a shoebox against a wall. Upon hearing this, the father was most relieved and sincerely thanked the daughter for her kindness. To this day, the father is no longer troubled by thoughts of the shoebox against the wall.
The End