It helps to have a loose definition of “art”. Mine is “anything I like to look at”.
My daughters have always shown interest in artistic pursuits, from painting and drawing to writing poetry and stories. I like to think their early attempts showed promise, and I have kept quite a few of them to frame.
But now that they are working adults, I’m lucky to get time with them looking at other people’s art. Even that is a great way to spend time together and gets us talking, and finding out surprising things about likes and dislikes. Something as simple as sharing a great pic online or on my phone is using art to enhance a relationship.
You don’t have to live in a metropolitan area full of museums and art shows to do this. I am now in a small town in northern Wisconsin and we have art walks, a “touristy” shop featuring local art, and small collections of great art in some of our major buildings – like the hospital and medical clinic. And of course there is the outdoors, where art is everywhere for the camera to find.
One of my memorable outings was to a museum in Seattle with my daughter E. This was probably during one of our April birthday week celebrations and what I saw there stretched my definition of “art” in some fun ways. Actually, walking around E’s house and seeing what she likes to look at is also quite fun, and stretching.
I’m thinking, lately, of what my art says about me. And what I would like it to say…
I Just Have to Say... 
I agree with your definition of art. I see art all around me. My office is like an art installation. My wife thinks I need to straighten it up. What? And destroy the art!
Arlee Bird
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I just love the squirrel photo… keep looking around our trees to see where they call home! I did laugh at the stacked fabric… as I’m sure my stash would equal theres! I think I need to check out more art museuems!
The stack of fabric makes me a little anxious. I’m going to guess there’s something inside that keeps it from falling, but I’m still not convinced it won’t collapse.
No, actually there was a rod running up through the stack. Any less anxiety now?
I think most people can make their home apace a museum with collections of this that. You should see my husband’s disasters of screwdri ers a d washers.