Simcha Fisher, author of The Sinner’s Guide to Natural Family Planning writes for several publications and blogs daily at Aleteia. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and ten children. Without supernatural aid, she would hardly be a human being.
Remember the scene in Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade, when the Holy Grail is being snatched again by the bad guys? Indy cries out in righteous indignation: "That belongs in a museum!" I love me some Indiana Jones, but I have regretfully come to the conclusion that this line was not meant ironically. This really is the highest compliment that Americans can pay to an object of beauty and worth: that it belongs in a museum. I heard someone say the exact same thing in real life, when our college group first stepped out into one of the teeming, sun-drenched piazzas in Rome. There was a magnificent fountain in the middle of the square, featuring a sculpture carved by one of the giants of Western art. And people were sitting on it, and smoking, and drinking terrible wine, and flirting with each other, trying to sell socks out of a duffle bag, and generally acting like this timeless piece of art was theirs. Almost tearful with outrage, the fellow cried out, "That should be in a museum!"
He meant that it ought to be protected from the elements, and also from bird droppings and graffiti and vandals. But he also meant that it ought to be tucked away indoors, where the lighting could be controlled, where people would speak in hushed tones as they file past in reverence -- where only the select few, acting in a very select way, would see it, and no one would get comfortable with it. And there, he was disastrously wrong.
Art museums are necessary because they are the most convenient way to preserve and share works of art which would otherwise be tucked away in the private homes of the very wealthy. But there is always the danger of museumishness taking over the work of art -- making us forget why the artist made the piece in the first place. It's a relatively new idea that art is here to "challenge" us, to jar us out of whatever cultural sin is currently considered intolerable. Instead, the great artists of every century have all said one thing: "I see something! You come and see it, too! Do you see?"
Well, that's a pretty big topic. But in this little post, I can say that the problem with putting something in a museum is that it tends to give the impression that the question, "Do you see it, too?" is already answered. We feel like we have to stroke our chins gravely and say, "Yes, yes, of course I see," whether we do or not, because there it is, in a museum. It must be Real Art. No wonder so many people have an aversion to art. They think they're expected to respond like highly educated robots when the encounter it.
What's the cure for a case of Stifling Museumishness? Take your kids to the museum with you . . . and do what they do.
Oh, listen, if your kids are awful, please don't take them to a museum. If they can't be controlled, don't take them. If they can't tell the difference between indoors and outdoors, and if they don't obey you, and if otherwise kind people groan audibly when they see your family coming, then by all means, stay home.
But many parents underestimate how responsive their kids will be to good art. Kids in art museums will often behave in a way that is not only tolerable, but which the adult patrons should imitate.
Kids do not talk in whispers, as if they are at the bedside of a dying tyrant. Why do we whisper in front of art? We shouldn't speak loudly, to distract other patrons; but a normal, conversational tone of voice is completely appropriate. Talking about what you're seeing isn't rude! It's a natural thing to do, and makes the experience so much more rewarding, when you hear other people's takes on what you're seeing. I also like to eavesdrop on strangers' conversations -- so sue me.
Kids do not pretend to like things they don't like. It's one thing to have an open mind; it's quite another to be a sucker. Many museums have extensive collections in the ever-popular genre of Egregious Crapola, and sometimes it really is only kids who are willing to point this out. Many adults have been duped into giving up on beauty; most kids have not. (But really, each kid is allowed to say, "I could have done that in ten minutes with a gallon of housepaint and a stick!" one time, and then they're done. This comment may or may not be true, but it gets old fast.)
Kids are also remarkably open to admitting that there is more than meets the eye. They may shrug or grimace in front of a wonderful piece, but they are usually ready to listen if you point out, "No, look at how the light shines through that leaf!" or "See how realistic her hand looks -- but get closer, and it's just a bunch of paint" or "But why do you think this guy on the side has that look on his face?" or "Holy mackerel, what is this?!?"
Kids laugh at paintings -- not only ones that look ridiculous, but ones which are meant to be funny. There is nothing sillier than a bunch of adults gravely appreciating the finer points of a work of art which is supposed to be hilarious.
Kids do not suffer from appreciation anxiety. Some adults who feel insecure in their grasp of art may spend their entire museum time wondering how obvious their lack of expertise is. Well, that's no way get to be more of an expert! Kids don't think about how they appear to others; they just look at the art.
Kids do not waste their time looking at exhibits that don't interest them, out of a sense of duty or thrift. They will keep circling back to take another look at that one room or one piece they really like, and that is a much more natural response than trying to "do" the whole museum just because it's there.
Okay, yes, and some kids will go berserk and behave like little demons, while their fond parents look on and do nothing. Or if you have a generally decent child who is temporarily going through a highly unreasonably, ridiculously loud stage, then this is probably not the best time to work on enhancing their cultural education. But really, if your kids are generally the non-demonic, non-berserker types, consider taking them to a small museum next time you have a chance. Wear comfortable clothes, discuss expectations ahead of time, plan a small treat for afterwards, and just relax. You will probably have a lovely time!