Reasons For Existence - The Volume Was The Same

Fourth grade was easily my least favorite year of academic life, but like everything else, there were good things mixed in with the bad.

On the first day the teacher pointed out three prints she hung by the pencil sharpener. I don't remember the other two, but the one in the middle was Picasso's Three Musicians. The teacher didn't say anything after pointing them out. Everything on the walls changed throughout the year, but those three prints never came down.

Even though the piece didn't appeal to my tastes at the time, I would hear odd, distant woodwind music play in my head whenever I looked at it. Everything seemed to turn inside out when trying to figure out exactly where each musician started and ended. It wasn't until I went to college that I realized that I liked it.

Everything came into perspective while visiting The Museum Of Modern Art, seeing the staggering amount of work displayed there and being more exited to see this than anything else.



Even though it is much larger than the small print I saw as a kid, the music still plays at the same volume.