Step-daughter, at age 9
We were Christmas shopping at a mall in Memphis, Tennessee. We went into a cheapo art store and amid the velvet Elvis and leopard paintings was a copy of DaVinci's Last Supper, where Jesus and all of the Apostles were of African descent.

"That's wrong!" my daughter said, aghast, pointing to the picture.

Well, here we go. Time for the "Historial-Jesus-versus-the-Jesus-of-Art" discussion.

"Trisha," I said. "Jesus wasn't white like us, he was mid-eastern."

"No, not that," she waved me off. "That's not how DaVinci drew it!"

I laughed and hugged my open-minded little art snob.
( setimret likes his metaphors mixed, not stirred, Fri 18 Apr 2008, 20:01, Reply)