A world-renowned docent known for his views on a world apart from God, was privileged to guide a tour of 10-year-old kids in one of the most prestigious museums, holding original creations of the masteries of men (and women).
At the outset, the proud bow tied gentleman stated: ‘Everything you see, everything here that you will touch with your eyes, every piece of craft and art has been created by the genius of humans.’
He pointed to the fine carpentry of Sam Maloof, saying: ‘Here we have modern woodworking proving the excellence of design, planning, construction, finishing, and the lasting influence of humans, which is second to none.’
Obviously the kids were impressed at such sturdy and fine furniture, in styles they never saw, yet wondered who would sit on such chairs.
The guide then spoke of Monet’s work. “Note the lines, the swirls of delight and nuance, the overriding tenor of color infusion and diffusion wrapping and encapsulating each stroke with romance, and emitting such depth of passion, thus setting Claude’s art above and beyond his peers.’
One of the kids spoke up: ‘My mom paints better than that,’ to the immediate scowl of Mr. Docent.
The tour was led next to a bronze sculpture. ‘Impeccable metalwork. Take note of the detail in the eyes, the usage of wrinkled metal, and the utilization of the appearance of light and heavy weight, all rendered purposefully and perfectly.’
Another kid said: ‘reminds me what you can do with Play Doh.’ The docent retorted: ‘Ah yes, perhaps, but this man’s work will stand the test of time.’
Nearing the end of the long tour, the docent pointed to a wonderful tapestry: ‘Woven carefully by a woman with a keen eye for the most discriminating detail. The story told, the color, the exquisite design of flawless beauty,’ and a young boy whispered to his friend: ‘Heck, I sewed a button on my knapsack.’
Finally, to the delight of the little ones, the event was over, but not before questions were taken. After the customary defense of the ‘greatest artisans ever,’ a young girl spoke up: ‘You said earlier that everything we see here, and everything we touch with our eyes here, has been created by the genius of humans.’
The docent gleefully replied: ‘But of course.’
The girl continued: ‘Well, I am looking at you, and to borrow your exact words, “the greatest example of design, planning, construction, finishing, and the lasting influence of humans in this room………., “ so I ask you, what master artist gets the credit for the creation of you?’
The docent no doubt stunned, looked up to the ceiling and pondered his own words:
‘Every piece of craft and art has been created by humans; design, planning, construction, finishing, and the lasting influence of humans………..’
He considered perhaps for the first time what men borrow to execute their skill, while he thought of the intrinsic artwork of a tree, and the words of Joyce Kilmer flowed through his memory: ‘I think I shall never see a poem more lovely than a tree…’
And with this, there was nothing but a thunderous silence because of the hesitation and ramifications of a young girl’s simple question. ‘What master artist gets the credit for the creation of you?’ He was trapped by his very words, and simply uttered: ‘thank you all for attending today.’
ps. Which has more honor, the grand estate, or the One who made the estate? Which has more honor, the stars and the mountains, or the One who made them? Which has more honor, the carpenter, or the One who made the tree?
And which has more honor, man, or the One who designed him? (Be careful that ye offend not one of these little ones.)