Bad Art. It sounds awful.
I love Art. Art that is big, and confident. Art that is unapologetic and grand. Art with capital A.
But there is also beauty in “bad” art. The art that’s small and unpretentious, that is not educated, that is unfinished, rushed, abandoned. There are worlds of infinite complexity in the most simple of art.
And so it’s funny when you look at a piece of Art with a fat A–
–and then you put it next to this doodle by Austin Kleon:
Hard not to see how they stand equal side by side.