I know nothing about art or photography. Nothing. Can’t tell a Rauschenberg from a Rosenquist; a Diane Arbus from an Airbus. I do, though, have some favorite images that I store in my mind and, when I have the money and the wall space, in my home or office. Of course, most of these images have a connection to aviation.
I subscribe to a very personal definition of art. I feel that any image, book or song that does not wear out its welcome, is art. If I don’t tire of it, if I find new things to see, hear or feel, then it is art to me. No classes in art history, music appreciation or creative writing have ever graced my course list. I am an artistic dunce.
