What - I wondered - is ART?
What makes it? Who creates it? When is it declared to be?
There's always the obvious. The tried and true. The beautiful landscapes. The sunrises and sets that make you sigh and cry. The oils and pastels and dreamy images.
The oceans. The mountains. The flowers. The birds and the bees and all other creatures - both large and small.
It wasn't as if I was looking. But that then there - it was. Smokestacks and ducts and industrial vents - in bright colors. Perfetctly arranged. Perfectly choreographed. As if they were saying - look at me. See me. Appreciate me for what I am...and have to offer.
ART - I thought. ART is everywhere. ART found me.