Seeing art where there is none.

I wouldn't really call these "art" only because of my own personal definition of what art ought to be. But all the same these were two instances where I came across something so plain and common and that I don't even understand why I did this myself.

1st up, cigarettes. No, not mine. I don't smoke. But I thought it would be funny to steal a few from my co-worker and give them some flavor.




2nd, top side of a light fixture. I was climbing down the ladder and the light fixture was so evenly covered with drywall dust that it spoke to me. It said, "I could use a little flair over here." I was happy to oblige by shaping this quasi dinosaur/alien thing on it. All in a days work.