Playing
My friend just took me to see an exhibition of works by Keith Proctor. Personally, I lean towards difficult and conceptual art, but I was so chuffed that my un-arty friend was interested in going to an opening that I gladly relented. His portraits of children playing made me think so much about my youth and how, as a city child I played. I live in quite a rough neighbourhood at the moment, and I am shocked all the time at how fast the kids seem to be growing up and getting into trouble. Last summer the little boy across the road was playing foot ball, now he is swearing and setting fires. The little girls are don’t skip rope, but run around in packs tormenting each other and destroying the local play area. I wonder if this is a result of living in an area where there are no easily accessible organized activities for children outside of school hours? Are the things that are simple and stimulate children to healthy play simply absent from their world, so they are compelled towards play that is destructive? This area is forgotten, parents are stressed and they are happy to send children out of the house to play in the street or the play area, are they blind to the fact that left alone in groups, the behaviour or the worst dictates the behaviour of the best? I suppose in desperate need of the space, they prefer to pretend that it doesn’t happen.
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