Many hundreds of years ago when I was but a child growing up in Brigham City, Utah, I joined the Cub Scouts. It was there that I took up philately and became a philatelist, a stamp collector. Eventually I went on to study philately, specifically Railroad Post Office history. It was those first few years of simply collecting stamps from the United States that, I believe, helped me develop a critical eye for art because postage stamps themselves are little works of art.
When I got to high school, I took an art appreciation class. Turns out that I didn’t really have an appreciation for art, especially still life. I thought that a painting or picture of a bunch of bananas sitting in an ugly bowl on an ugly table wasn’t art.
But look at my idea of still life 43 years later:
Does this still life qualify as public art? Asking for a friend.