Sometimes I look at the strange arrangements of these naps, and I imagine them in an art installation. Sure, people with a classical bent may say that this is just, you know, like a picture of a bunch of soup cans. A Walmart rug. A cheap sofa bed.
The genius is in the details, though. See how the subject is arranged in a fetal position, lightly draped, evoking a return to the womb and celebrating all things feminine. See how this motherly scene constrasts with the embarrassing big-box store carpet and the scattering of material possessions in the left-hand border of the photo.
And who is perceptive enough to spot the older child standing on the fringes of the pillow-sculpture? What does it mean? Is the artist making a commentary on the inevitability that all sons will eventually leave the organic safety of the mother (earth?) and become materialistic men?
I’m too exhausted by the possibilities. Please excuse me while I take a quick nap.
Back to the comfy place.
It’s a genuine pleasure to be one of the first to share this future Olympian of the Napping Games with you.
Leah at Chapter Four was generous enough to mail me this pair of inspiring snoozes. My favorite is the first one, in which this child apparently started the nap on the other side of his sister.
As an expert napalyzer, I can’t help but notice extra-awesome details like the drool on the couch and the desperate chicken (duck?) who appears to be buried nearby under a pillow. You can’t escape the feeling that something very dramatic happened here while Mom was gone. Was he trying to save the bird and ended up overcome by exhaustion?
Like one super nap wasn’t enough, Leah also shared this one, which reminds me of many of William’s “incidents.”
Conquered By the Rat Race
It seems this boy was shopping at MOMA, came home, and collapsed upon seeing tomorrow’s schedule in his planner.
Should we wake him for his meeting?
Do you think the people at his 8 am conference will notice the spiral mark on his face?