Elvis and a dog
#1045
Nuigulumar Z - Noboru Iguchi 2013
Don Draper’s breakdown in the season 6 Hershey meeting reads like one of those Humans of New York Tumblr posts. It’s like they caught him coming out of of a bodega and asked him why he bought a Hershey bar then he got emotional:
“I was an orphan. I grew up in Pennsylvania, in a whorehouse. I read about Milton Hershey and his school in a Coronet magazine, or some crap the girls left by the toilet. And I read that some orphans had a different life there. I could picture it. I dreamt of it, of being wanted. Because the woman who was forced to raise me would look at me everyday like she hoped I would disappear. The closest I got to feeling wanted was from a girl who made me go through her john’s pockets while they screwed. If I collected more than a dollar she’d buy me a Hershey bar. And I would eat it alone in my room with great ceremony, feeling like a normal kid. It said “sweet” on the package. It was the only sweet thing in my life. If I had my way, they would never advertise. You shouldn’t have someone like me telling that boy what a Hershey bar is. He already knows.”
(Don, New York)
Toddlers are so pure. She doesn’t understand that we help her with certain things because she’s little. She thinks that everyone just helps each other like that. So she tries to blow on my food and cut it up for me and tries to help me put on my shoes.
i was giving little wagon rides to a baby around the backyard one day and all of a sudden she hops off and slaps the seat of the wagon telling me to get on because it was my turn and i was like no it’s ok im too heavy and she was like NO ITS UR TURN and kept tugging on my hand so i would sit down. eventually i got on and it was just a little 2 year old trying so hard to push me around on a wagon not understanding why it wouldn’t budge but still so determined to let me have my turn lol
I don’t think I’d realised how many casual compliments we pay to our toddler until she started casually complimenting us back, because experience has taught her that’s How Social Interaction Is Done, and there’s nothing quite like a very earnest three-year-old solemnly and sincerely informing you that you look wonderful and smell nice to make you feel really good about yourself
I tell her she’s my best girl. She tells me I’m her best auntie. Then we both feel good about the world!
That’s precious!
DAN RIZZO-ORR
It could be easier together, 2015, 38 x 60 inches, acrylic on cotton. Tile stand, wood and ceramic tiles.
