Day 880: Art (Not Art)

It’s often difficult for us to tell the difference between Art and Not Art.

I just asked my artful boyfriend, Michael, to describe that difference, and he said:

That’s an age-old question, baby. I’m not sure if I can answer that. Oh! I know what art is. It’s stuff  I like.

Because Art (Not Art) is such a subjective experience, I probably can’t really describe that difference in my blog (which, by the way, I’ve described to others as “my art.”) However, I can show you some things I saw yesterday that might be considered  Art, by Michael and other people:

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I also saw Not Art yesterday:

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I included the people shown above because none of them are named Art, as far as I know. The names I do know include Cameron,  Clark, and Aaron.

Here’s my Art (Not Art) song for today:  “Somewhere in America There’s a Street Named After My Dad,” by Was (Not Was).

Somewhere in America, there’s a boy named after my dad:

That’s my son, Aaron David Fairbanks.

Art (Not Art) thanks to Aaron, to my late father Aaron Koplow, to Michael, to Cameron (who wrote and directed “Serious Economics” with Aaron), to Clark (who played Satan in “Serious Economics”), to Was (Not Was), to the woman painting Fenway Park yesterday, to the patient who made a cake pop likeness of her doctor, to the person who drew the cover art for my high school yearbook, to all the other high school (not high school) artists who helped me create this post, to defibrillators everywhere, to Emack & Bolio’s and  Rancatore’s Ice Cream,  and to you — of course! — for the art of observing, here and now.