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But there was one thing that I did not enjoy: my father's proximity to works of art.
Be it a hollow 4-foot Korean ceramic sculpture or a bust of George Washington, my dad felt free to gesticulate animatedly around sculptures and just barely avoid scratching the paintings. I nearly had a heart attack every single time. But he never faltered. No security guards seemed concerned. No alarms went off. Other patrons did not seem to take notice. My dad totally got away with exchangin' electrons with one-of-a-kind works of art.
Why? Have I been wrong in thinking that squinting from four or five feet away yields a reasonably close-up view of a work of art? In his more experienced age, does my father have a better grip on the volume he takes up in space? Is he just confident in his movements? Or does he have no art bubble and just thinks that that's okay? Cuz it wasn't okay with me. Maybe he interpreted my mild panic attacks as an attempt at hilarity, if he noticed them at all.
Yknowww, I could probably ask him about all this. But I probably won't. If you're reading this dad, hello, and please help me understand your ways of a graceful bull in a very fine china shop.