Life as Art: A Critique

I have been listening to Mommy and Daddy talk about art for a while now. I was intrigued enough to do some study on my own and had come to a conclusion.

The big day arrived and I was ready to join the discussion.

"Dada."

What I meant was that modern life, as viewed through the eyes of the classical painters, would be so alien as to render our current existence indistinguishable from the Dadaist movement of the past century.

My parents took this as my attempts to say Daddy's name.

That works too.

Evelyn