The difference

So, this isn't like most of my posts, where it's a reveiw of a video or a book or something, it's kind of like that rant on Marc Hill though. This post was inspired by a scene at my orthodontist:

"Mom! I LIKE upside down pictures" The boy is holding the bright red digital camera upside down. The Asian woman laughs, and says something in her native language to her small son holding the camera upside down,
"I LIKE it this way!" he continues in english. She finally relents,
"Okay," she says in english and the boy goes along taking pictures. He takes two of his m om, one of me, one of a fake plant, and one of the man staric curiously at him at the desk. All of the others in the waiting room only watch on, there faces reading disgust.

The scene went on, the mother even taking a few pictures upside down of her son, and then her son jumping up into one of the big straight backed chairs and her taking a picture. Then a few things began to tug at me. Why was everyone looking at them that way? When my mom came out of the back, and gave the child her look, her eyebrow up, and then she cast em a bemused look. I interpreted this look to not one of laughing with the child, but at him. I thought of what she would've done if that child would've been me:

First of all, we probably wouldn't have been in the predicament. I'm not sure I would've been allowed to be as loud, as the child was being, or to roam around, taking pictures of random things. I also definately didn't think that my mom would continue to allow me to take the pictures upside down. She would've corrected me, and continued to correct me until I took them right side up, which I would've.

I thought about the creativeness that this could possibly unfold into. The child had taken authentic photos upsided down, by flipping the camera over, and then he'd simulated ones by having his mom taking pictures of him, upside down in the chair. Something my mother would've never done if we'd have gotten that far. He was very adamant that the simulated ones weren't the same. Thinking this out a few years, and this child could turn into some kind of artist. IF his mom allows him to explore things like this on a constant basis, and this just wasn't a once in a lifetime thing then this child could continue to do funky things with these pictures, with sculptures, thinking about life from a different prospective and he could come out an artist. I actually shook my head as I thought this out.

How many artist have we lost because of this simple difference?