Art is building a house with local materials. Art is whether or not you make your bed. Art is grinning from ear to ear when you hear the sound of a motorcycle. Art is buying a car for looks even though Consumer Reports tells you that it has a horrible maintenance record. Art is a pair of pants that fit you just right.
Art is homemade bread.
Art is taking the long way home just to drive around your favorite bend in the road. Art is the energy and enthusiasm with which one may rev the engine of a 1992 Chevy V6 4.3 Liter pickup until the precise moment at which the release of the clutch will result in a magnificent layering of rubber upon asphalt. That is art. And if you can frame such experiences and hang them on the wall, all the better.