The Art of Poop

At Open Everything, at the end, after we wrapped everything up… there was this discussion of art. It went like this:

Mr. J: But what is art?

Mr. P: I could poop on the floor and call it art!

Mr. A: …And I could remix it!

Mr. G: …And I could mash it up!

I’m pretty sure at the point the conversation ended. In laughter…

(The names have been changed to protect us… er, the people involved. Also, I wasn’t exactly sure who said what.)