Mar 2, 2006

Detroit Student Defaces Painting With Gum Wad

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Left: "The Bay," courtesy of Detroit Free Press

(Detroit, MI) A 12-year old boy visiting the Detroit Institute of Arts with his school stuck a wad of chewing gum on the painting on Friday, according to the Detroit Free Press.

The 1963 painting, Helen Frankenthaler's abstract work "The Bay," is one of the most important modern works in the DIA's collection.

The chewed gum left a residue stain about the size of a quarter in the lower left-hand corner of the painting, which is worth an estimated $1.5 million.

The boy, a student at charter school Holly Academy, has been suspended, according to school director Julie Kildee.

"Even though we give very strict guidelines on proper behavior and we hold students to high standards, he is only 12," she said. "I don't think he understood the ramifications of what he did before it happened, but he certainly understands the severity of it now."

My personal memories of visits to cultural sites like the DIA are a bit fuzzy, but I do recall that the chaperones were very attuned to watching out for students who were not on their best behavior.

With my own children I know that I go into drill sergeant mode at museums and the symphony; the first sign of someone acting up and I get proactive with discipline. My suspicion - not to minimize the vandalism - is that the chaperones were either too few in number, or not quick enough to recognize signs of prepubescent hijinks.

Luckily, the quarter-sized stain left from the gum residue appears to be something that the museum's restoration experts can handle, and the prognosis for the painting is positive.

"Our expectation is that the painting is going to be fine," said Becky Hart, assistant curator of contemporary art.

8 comments:

Judas said...

I know most modern art is rubish but thats taking criticism to far.

http://judaspenrose.blogspot.com/

Stefan Schmidt said...

Though museum officials were upset, they didn't yell at the student or discipline him. At first, Hart tried to explain to him the museum's role in preserving cultural and visual history. "I knew that probably wouldn't make any sense to him, so I asked him what kind of music he liked," said Hart.
"He said he liked rap,
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This is an excerpt from the article that Mike linked to…

I was half expecting this myself as I was reading the article.

historymike said...

(laughing at judas)

I am not sure why the rap reference was added, Stefan. The obvious answer was that the reader could infer that the student was black.

I personally do not find much rap worth listening to; much of it is obsessed with drugs, violence, sex, and negative imagery.

Occasionally something like Eminem's "One Shot" comes along that has some artistic merit, but I get too disappointed with the base stupidity of a lot of rap.

Public Enemy and KRS-One had some biting political commentary, but now they are "old school," so no one listens to them.

Calico Jack said...

I remember quite clearly Mom taking me and a friend to the TMA when we were around 8 or so. We didn't get out of arms' reach, and were firmly instructed not to touch anything.

The argument that a few more zoo keepers might have prevented this has a few holes in it. You presume that the keepers are aware of the value of museum objects and the reason for not defacing them.

Stefan Schmidt said...

I am not sure why the rap reference was added, Stefan. The obvious answer was that the reader could infer that the student was black.
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Well…. Holly, Michigan is mostly White…. I was just posting some interesting material on his choice in music….

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I personally do not find much rap worth listening to; much of it is obsessed with drugs, violence, sex, and negative imagery.
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I find Rap boring…

Rap is just a collection of tribal chanting—I don’t see a musical aspect to it….

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Occasionally something like Eminem's "One Shot" comes along that has some artistic merit, but I get too disappointed with the base stupidity of a lot of rap.
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LOL, Mike…. Never thought you were that kind of guy….

Here are the lyrics if anyone is interested:

[Intro]
I told ya'll mothafuckas I was comin back
What now nigga what now what
You's the projects nigga

[Chorus- Eminem]
One shot two shot three shots four shots
All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off

[Verse 1- Bizarre]
You bitches is gone I'm dropped in the club
And I'm tryna run and get my mothafuckin gun
(Nigga what about your wife)
Nigga fuck my wife I'm tryna run and save my mothafuckin life
Oh shit, the shooter's comin'
Bitches, hoes niggas is runnin
People shot all over the floor
And I'm tryna make it to the St. Andrew's door
Thats the sound of the glock
Even DJ House fucked around and got shot
I done messed around and forgot my tec
I don't see nobody but Fab Five and Hex

[Verse 2- Kuniva]
(Kuniva you aight)
These niggas is trippin'
(Where's Bizarre at?)
I'm tryna slip through the exit and get to where my car is at
Bitches screamin everywhere and niggas is wildin'
Two minutes ago we was all jokin and smilin
This chick is clingin onto me sobbin and sighin
Sayin she didn't mean to diss me earlier and she cryin
But it's real and it's on and cats is gettin killed
So I hugged her and used her body as a human shield
And she got hit now she yellin
(Don't leave me!)
I told her I'd be right back and the dumb bitch believed me
I squeezed through the back door and made my escape
I ran and got my 38 I hope its not to late

[Chorus- Eminem]
One shot two shot three shots four shots
All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off

[Verse 3- Swifty]
(Nigga I been tryna call you all day mothafucka where you at?)
I'm on seven mile what the fuck was that
Damn somebody hit me from the back
(With they car?)
With a gat nigga and my tire is flat
And I just hit a pole, them niggas some hoes
(Is you hit?)
Iono but I can tell you what they drove
It was a black Mitsubishi
(Shit thats the clique we beefin wit I swear)
Man and I was on my way there
Believe me I'm leavin a carcus today
I'ma park my car and walk the rest of the way
I'm in the mood to strut, my AK ain't even tuck
I'ma meet you at the club we gon' fuck these hoes up

[Chorus- Eminem]
One shot two shot three shots four shots
All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off

[Verse 4- Eminem]
I never seen no shit like this is my life before
People are still camped out from the night before
Sleepin outside the door waitin in line
Still tryna get inside the club to see D12 perform
The fire marshalls no, the venue's too small
People are wall to wall three thousand and some odd vans
And some cum wad from out the parkin lot
Get into an argument over a parkin spot
He decides to pull his gun out and let's a few of 'em off
Missed who he's aimin for six feet away's the door
In St. Andrew's hall not a stray slidin all over the place
Sprays one bitch in the face another one of 'em came through the wall
Before anyone could even hear the first shot go off
I'm posted up by the bar havin a Mozeltoff
Bullet wizzed right by my ear damn near shot it off
Thank god I'm alive I gotta find Denaun
And where the fuck is Von he usually tucks one on him
Wait a minute I think I just saw Bizarre
Nah I guess not, what the fuck oh my god it was
I never saw him run so fast in my life
Look at him haulin ass I think he left his wife
There she is on the ground bein trampled
I go to grab her up by the damn hand and I can't pull her
God damn there just went another damn bullet I'm hit
My vest is barely able to handle it, its to thin
If I get hit again I can't do it, I scoop Dee
Follow Bizarre's path and ran through it
And made it to the front door and collapsed on the steps
Looked up and I seen Swift shootin it out
But I can't see who he's shootin it out with
But Denaun's right behind him squeezin his four fifth

[Chorus- Eminem]
One shot two shot three shots four shots
All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off

[Verse 5- Kon Artis]
It's Friday night came to this bitch right
Big ass to my left and Desert Eagle to my right
I ain't come in this bitch to party I came in this bitch to fight
Although I can't stay here to fight cuz I'm poppin niggas tonight
Thats right bitches I'm drunk with revenge
Shot a bouncer in the neck for tryna check when I get in
Swift told me to meet him here so its clear that this fucka
Shoot out the back of his truck goes up in this mothafucka
So one shot for the money two's to stop the show
Third's for the bartender there's plenty of shots to go
(I just wanna know who's drivin a black Mitsubishi)
He tried to run so Proof shot him in the knee wit a three piece

[Chorus- Eminem]
One shot two shot three shots four shots
All I hear is gunshots this is where the fun stops
Bodies drop hit the floor music's off
Parties stop, everybody hit the door someone's lickin shots off

historymike said...

My bad, I meant "Lose Yourself."

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?

Yo, His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin, how everybody's chokin now
The clock's run out, time's up over, bloah!
Snap back to reality, Oh there goes gravity
Oh, there goes Rabbit, he choked
He's so mad, but he won't give up that easy
No, he won't have it , he knows his whole back city's ropes
It don't matter, he's dope
He knows that, but he's broke
He's so stacked that he knows
When he goes back to his mobile home, that's when it's
Back to the lab again yo
This whole rap city
He better go capture this moment and hope it don't pass him

[Chorus:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo,

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

His soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortom
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cause here goes the cold water
These ho's don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it’s old partner, but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

[Chorus:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo, you better

No more games, I'ma change what you call rage
Tear this mothafuckin roof off like 2 dogs caged
I was playin in the beginnin, the mood all changed
I been chewed up and spit out and booed off stage
But I kept rhymin and stepwritin the next cypher
Best believe somebody's payin the pied piper
All the pain inside amplified by the fact
That I can't get by with my 9 to 5
And I can't provide the right type of life for my family
Cause man, these goddam food stamps don't buy diapers
And it's no movie, there's no Makai Pfeiffer, this is my life
And these times are so hard and it's getting even harder
Tryin to feed and water my seed, plus
Teeter-totter caught up between trying to be a father and a prima donna
Baby mama drama's screamin on and
Too much for me to wanna
Stay in one spot, another day of monotony
Has gotten me to the point, I'm like a snail
I've got to formulate a plot or I end up in jail or shot
Success is my only mothafuckin option, failure's not
Mom, I love you, but this trailer's got to go
I cannot grow old in Salem's lot
So here I go is my shot.
Feet fail me not or not this may be the only opportunity that I got

[Chorus:]
You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime you better,

You can do anything you set your mind to, man


Big difference, eh!

Stefan Schmidt said...

Big difference, eh!
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Yes, there is a big difference--- You can imagine my surprise when you claimed ‘One Shot’ had artistic merit….

I thought you were having a midlife and an identity crisis all at the same time!

historymike said...

Ha. Too old for either.

If I were destined for a mid-life "crisis," I've already had it. I spent a few years after my business tanked figuring out what I wanted to do when I grew up.

Luckily, I honed my writing skills and went back to school.