Score One for Immaturity
My employer inhabits a lot of super large office buildings and I have to say, all in, it’s a pretty nice space.
I’m often impressed at the investment made in actual artwork. It’s not that usual drab office decor, but actual artwork. Paintings, sculptures, mixed media stuff. Really wonderful and thought provoking works.
I consider myself something of an artist, so I like to stop and take a look, really look, at these wonderful additions to my work life.
Not long after I started, I had occasion to be up on one of the high numbered floors of my building. There is a super duper large conference room up there, and it’s perfect for big negotiation meetings.
On that floor, in the open area where you wait for our notoriously slow elevators, there is a particularly large painting.
So one day, I was feeling the euphoria I get after pulling off a huge meeting. I hummed a happy tune while waiting and waiting for an elevator car.
My eyes naturally went to the painting. It’s not my favorite style, but I looked at it really close to understand what the painter was trying to say to me.
Here, I’ll let it speak to you too:
Well, so, I kept looking at the thing. My eyes were irresistibly drawn to the middle of the canvas.
You know…this part.
That inner voice of mine, the one that gets me in trouble, started giggling like a Jolt cola infused Beavis and Butthead.
“Dude,” the inner voice said, “That looks like a uniboob.”
For my male readers who may not understand….a uniboob is what we ladies call the effect that happens with some of the “shelf” tank tops and some bathing suit tops. It’s where the boobs are sort of smushed together and, well, it looks like you have one big boob.
Generally, we ladies like a little separation to the assets.
But c’mon now, am I wrong? That’s a uniboob, right?
So I snickered. And giggled. And guffawed.
Dude, there’s a nipple painting at my job! *snork, chortle*
I mean, look at this thing! That’s totally a nipple!
I let the giggling go on a while, but then that OTHER inner voice, the one that’s all responsible and mature and stuff admonished me. “Would they *really* hang a nipple painting at this large, important and serious company? I think not. Grow up!”
Inner Beavis and Butthead just kept hooting and hollering.
So then responsible voice said “let’s look at the tag and see if the title of the work tells us something more.”
I looked. It tells us a lot.
The painting is called “Mother”.
Yup.
There’s a big mommy uniboob painting prominently displayed on one of the executive floors of my place of employment. *giggle, snort*
That there’s your art appreciation break for the day.
You’re welcome.
A little office paper. A few folds. A little homemade luck.