Truly great art should be appreciated from several vantage points.
In the middle of this ambitious work. . .
the artist met tragedy. . .
but with great determination, lots of squirming on the ground, and the incentive of fear of the menfolk returning home and discovering their favorite toy disabled, she triumphed over the snake in the grass.
The bigger problem was how to teach the menfolk to appreciate great art. Daunted by this task, the artist ran and hid when they came home.
Even in the dark, Nathaniel espied the sculpture but declared it "scalping" instead. He scolded the artist when she emerged from hiding, "I told you never to mow again!" He still suffers nightmares from the last time she mowed a year ago, starting at the base of a tree and circling out in ever wider spirals.
"I didn't mean to mow there!" the artist explained remorsefully. "I was just going to mow in front of my bower, but then I accidentally mowed this strip, and I thought I better not leave it that way, so I tried to fix it."
She didn't mention that she also got a flat tire, but "tomorrow is another day".