Awhile ago, my younger cousin, (cute as a button, folks) walks up to me, shines his big blue eyes at me, and says;
"Daicey? What is art?" (please note, he can't make "J" sounds, so he replaces them with "D" sounds)
Now, this kid is sweet, to the core. He loves everything, and pretty much everyone. So when he went to me asking this question, I wasn't shocked. The question itself, made me laugh.
"Dawson," I started, "Art, is anything you can imagine! Art is that flower over there, or that rock on the sidewalk, art is even the texture of the key your mom uses to get in her car." He looked at me, and smiled.
"Can I make art?" he asked quietl