Earlier in the year, September to be precise, I decided to take Reuben to Houghton Hall. Mainly the selfish reason that I REALLY want to see both the Richard Long exhibition & the sky scape by one of my favourite artists James Turrell (whom I will talk about on the next post). I also thought it would be a change of scenery for Reuben to see the art in something other than a gallery which is where he primarily looks at it all.
I had high hopes, great expectations. I should have known it wouldn’t be all smooth sailing when we got lost on the hour car journey there & my pregnant arse couldn’t hold in my pee any longer & I had to pee beside the car with Reuben shouting “the spiders will get your bum” at me.
"Go each side mummy
then we race, but don't touch"
Finally we did arrive, 1 hour & 36 minutes later and we were both excited as we drove down the long drive and paid £18 at the booth (pretty expensive but I am a cheap skate student) Why oh why did they put the bloody park right next to the car park, well that was lunch out of the window. After 40 mins I felt I had just paid £18 to watch Reuben half climb up a rope & then jump off. Cue the HUGE melt down on attempting to get him out; this is when time started to run out, they closed at 4pm. Eventually we got in with the help of an old couple (thank you for saving my arse) who could quite clearly see that this blimp of a women was about to have her own melt down & was flustered from the doubting looks given by tweed jacket 1,7 & 28 as I wrestled a three year old through the gate of the park.
Once inside the actual estate Reuben was extremely impressed by the granditure of it all, half realising that in the scuffle between us at the park I had forgot to feed my child lunch I crammed some squished pack lunch into pruned lips & he soon cheered up. He wasn’t keen on going inside part of the exhibition no matter the chocolate bribes, he said it was too dark so we skipped that and went straight to the front lawn. We stood either side of the vast stones leading towards the house & ran. We had to run apparently, Reuben demanded it all the while shouting “don’t touch the running art” “be careful”. Finally inside Reuben was uncomfortable, he was told immediately by the attendant “don’t you touch anything.” Which immediately put his guard up, I felt this too be a little frightening for him to have someone pounce on you like that. Every time we go to an exhibition we talk about not touching before we go in. This to me is a prime example of why it can be so overwhelming to take kids to galleries, the immediate thought of some adults are “fuck sake that kid is going to ruin the art”. I asked him why he was scared & he replied “there are too many people.” It takes this kiddo a while to adjust to busy places, he gets overwhelmed & to some becomes rude, to me he becomes shy and vulnerable. He will only reply no to questions & hide behind your legs. I really do think this is why he likes galleries so much, no one bothers him because simply they're there for the art work, he feels at ease because it’s not normally overcrowded and when it normally is busy people still don’t acknowledge him. He asked to take a picture & then we left. If I am honest I felt overwhelmed by the amount of people and slightly underwhelmed by the works within the house. From images I had seen the work looked far more vast & impressive.
"a pterodactyl done a
big poo there mummy"
Once outside all calm was resumed & Reuben bumped into his new friends, the old couple & told them how the paint splattered arch ways were where a pterodactyl had done a really big poo. Lucky the couple weren’t mortified by his imagination & a good job too because I never am, so didn’t have to do the look of “he is three...get over it”. We moved on racing back down the lawn & then time trailed around the slate. He was in a world of his own. His imagination started to bloom & I could see his little cogs working to think up the next part of our game & the adventure we were having. The shapes all around him were egging him on in his make believe & he was transported to a whole different planet. What had started as a really shit day had started to turn into something pretty magical.
Stay tuned for part two of the blog post James Turrell & also why I am in limbo about a recommendation.