So, instead of receiving a standing ovation she contemptuously lambasted me with every negative adjective in her repertoire and her favorite, ‘foolish’ she used redundantly. As a result of her rant, I merely stated how it would have been ‘foolish’ to turn down his gracious offer. Then nonchalantly pointed out the only difference between Apollo Scooter and Michelangelo was a matter of preference. To elucidate this line of reasoning, I stated that Michelangelo preferred to showcase his techniques with brush strokes arranged on a ceiling; therefore, only a few set eyes on his magnum opus. Besides, I pointed out, museums are an archaic format for exhibiting great artwork and the Ink Revolution is a way for artist to create their masterpieces that don’t hang in a stuffy museum or high on a ceiling, but rather walk the streets and on display for all to see. I could tell by the way my mother was breathing that she hadn’t bought into a word I said. However, I didn’t let that deter me and continued to enlighten her on the fact that I could bypass the protocols involved with an art exhibition by simply applying my techniques with a needle to the skin, instead of brush to canvas and ink a replica of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel on someone’s
So, instead of receiving a standing ovation she contemptuously lambasted me with every negative adjective in her repertoire and her favorite, ‘foolish’ she used redundantly. As a result of her rant, I merely stated how it would have been ‘foolish’ to turn down his gracious offer. Then nonchalantly pointed out the only difference between Apollo Scooter and Michelangelo was a matter of preference. To elucidate this line of reasoning, I stated that Michelangelo preferred to showcase his techniques with brush strokes arranged on a ceiling; therefore, only a few set eyes on his magnum opus. Besides, I pointed out, museums are an archaic format for exhibiting great artwork and the Ink Revolution is a way for artist to create their masterpieces that don’t hang in a stuffy museum or high on a ceiling, but rather walk the streets and on display for all to see. I could tell by the way my mother was breathing that she hadn’t bought into a word I said. However, I didn’t let that deter me and continued to enlighten her on the fact that I could bypass the protocols involved with an art exhibition by simply applying my techniques with a needle to the skin, instead of brush to canvas and ink a replica of the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel on someone’s