We took the kids to see the Basquiat exhibit at the Houston Museum of Fine Arts. Ford validated my anticipation, eagerly counting recurring symbols and remarking that “he uses crayons!” I knew the portfolio would captivate Ford, with the cartoony anatomy and cars and expressive style. But I didn’t realize how much it would synchronize with Ford’s interests. And I enjoyed it, too! Even if I couldn’t really stop and breathe much throughout the show. Our tour was characteristically whirlwinded; we bounced around the gallery, cross-referencing to find the ties that bind the work, punctuated with requests to go to the bathroom, get a drink, go home, no stay, go to Austin. Chas, for his part, snoozed in the stroller.
