This is a coleus in my living room. I think it’s gorgeous, and I use this photo as wallpaper on my phone.
Photos are an art form. I spend most of my time writing, which is also an art form. And one of my hobbies is houseplants — which is to say indoor gardening. It’s occurred to me that gardening, too, is an art form.
I’m hardly the first to have this thought, nor am I the first to believe that we can all make art, many kinds of art. Art and creativity get defined too narrowly, limiting “artist” to someone like Picasso, not the person who doodles in the margins of a letter. (But Édouard Manet doodled in his letters, and he’s a “real” artist, so logically, marginal art is “real” art.)
I make art with water, dirt, time, sunshine and a collaborating plant.
What art do you make?
Semiosis 
