The New York Times has an article detailing children's collection habits from the benign the extraordinary. Most children collect comic books, beanie babies, Pokemon cards, etc. A thirteen-year-old at a Sotheby's auction bid on a drawing of a horse that sold at $300,000. His parents were at the opera.
He is so familiar with the art market, in fact, that his parents (who are also his backers) found it unnecessary to attend: they were at the ballet that night, leaving him in the care of a Sotheby's employee. "He might as well have been an adult next to me," said Peggy Race, Sotheby's director of protocol. "He didn't need my guidance."
While most of want our children to be as bright as young Tenenbaums, it is interesting to note the disparity between the children who collect Warhols and the children who collect marbles. It is as though money itself is no object when collecting these priceless works of art, and the process of bargaining replaces the aesthetic value of the piece collected.
The problem, explained Kate, who can discuss the merits of Damian Hirst and other contemporary artists like a seasoned collector, "is trying to convince them it's art."
Kestrel said:
I collected X-Men figures. My brother collects rocks. I wonder what that means about us.
It means that you rock because you collected X-Men. I collected worms. They were my pets because my parents wouldn't get a puppy. I was a strange child.
Kestrel said:
I collected X-Men figures. My brother collects rocks. I wonder what that means about us.
It means that you rock because you collected X-Men. I collected worms. They were my pets because my parents wouldn't get a puppy. I was a strange child.
I don't think I really started collecting things until I was in college (and had enough life under my belt to start being nostalgic). Unless one considers "crap" a specific enough category for a collection, I suppose.
Christopher
Portland, OR
November 2002
MAY 13, 2004 12:17 AM