My idea of art growing up were those framed prints my mother would buy on payments from places like Home Interior. Nothing wrong with them. For my room, my sister had fine poster art featuring New Kids on the Block and the Muppets.
I still love flipping through the poster racks at the store. I never understood why people felt passionate about art. I can’t pinpoint the moment or even the piece that moved my interest beyond surface appeal. It happened and even though I can’t explain what it is about certain songs, paintings, or photos that spark my mind–I’m glad I crossed over.