Art is all around us everyday. It’s in the coffee we drink, the vacant white wall, the old book scuffed from time, our evening walk home from work, and so forth. Art is frequent. Art is plain. Art is transparent. This is because there is nothing exceptional about art; art is mundane, common, and of the little things. We are all capable of art, and are all capable of experiencing art. It should not be hard to grasp, or of the difficult. Art is meant to be seen, felt, and moving, but most importantly, art is meant for us to see ourselves. To see a daydream in the coffee we drink, to find a familiar face in the vacant white wall, to smell our love in the old book scuffed from time, and on our evening walk home from work, to see the semblance of our shadows making way through…