Art is Art, isn't it?
Still, on the other hand, water is water. And east is east and west is west,
and if you take cranberries and stew them like applesauce they taste much more like prunes than rhubarb does.
Now you tell me what you know...
I was raised around a family of artists. Or it was the artists and observers of the world had the largest impact on me. Two separate Grandmothers, at separate times of course, would organize road trips to absorb the natural wonders of central and south Texas. Heaven forbid that I should ask "where" anything they had just pointed out to me was, for the reply was always, "Aww, you missed it!" I learned very quickly to keep my eyes wide open, and maybe get something to boost my view out the car window!
Also, that the happiest people in my family were always watching, listening & learning, and were never bored.
My first Dad would take me into the theater shops where I could see crews building and painting the scenery from the drawings and blueprints he had also shown me. Mr Cook may not have spoken with me much, but he always opened the many doors to his creative sides. He also began to teach me as a child that our senses should be used with an open mind. That much of what we perceived was processed by the mind into something we had learned been told it was. But, look at most things that people just accept, such as, "if a car is painted black, then it is a black car."
But, with an open mind, you may never see any painted car the same way again. This, part of his "Artichoke Theory," started me drawing and compounded my curiosity to new levels.