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I didn’t always have such a mature artistic view. No, there was the time I denounced almost the entire second floor of the Art Institute of Chicago. At six and 10 years, I was a moron. A cretin. Now a worldly 36, I’m here to say that not much has changed. But my outlook on art has.
Twenty years ago, I was on a field trip with the other cherubs from Northwestern University’s National High School Institute. We pseudo-intellectuals? toured the Art Institute of Chicago and critiqued every painting as though we were Robert Hughes’ irreverent prodigal children. I was the worst of the bunch because when we got to the abstractionists on the second floor, I made this very smart statement: “That’s not art. I can do that.”
Ah, petulant child. Such ignorance can be expected, if not forgiven. I thought about this scene and my it’s-not-art-if-I-can-do-it position a year ago in Sydney. I was on assignment for American? Way (see our Sept. 15, 2011, issue) and about to take that 16-hour Qantas flight from Sydney to Dallas/Fort Worth International Airport. My photographer and I were in the Qantas International First Lounge prior to takeoff. I stood in the center of the place and marveled at one of the lounge’s walls, which was a menagerie of indigenous Australian vegetation. There were plants and grasses and flowers growing right out of the wall. I thought it was just so classy, so artistic, that I stood there for almost an hour and studied all the different types of plant life, until my cretin photographer piped up, “Adam, it looks like your yard in Texas when you forget to mow.”
Objectively speaking, every single story in this issue of American Way is artistic. If there wasn’t an art to the way the folks at Disney design their parks, do you really think that the Magic Kingdom (page 22) would be the most visited theme park on Earth? If Alicia Keys (page 42) wasn’t the consummate artist with her lyrics, her musical scores and her voice, would she have won 14 Grammy Awards? And if there wasn’t an artistic component to American Way, would you, our passengers, have made us America’s most-read and most-decorated in-flight magazine? Would you be reading this right now?
Enjoy what is undoubtedly one of the more artsy issues of American Way. If we did our job, you’ll come back for more, either on a plane or online. If we didn’t, let us know so that we can do better — and avoid being displayed on the second floor of the Art Institute of Chicago.