Imagine a scene from a movie where two boys fall in love with a girl at the same time, and they buy her flowers to try to win her over.

Now buying flowers takes little to no skill. You just go to the shop and ask for it.

Boy Adam buys twenty bouquets and arranges them on the floor in a shape of heart.

Boy Barry also buys twenty bouquets but sends to the girl in whatever cardboard box the shop packs them in.

Who would win?

You see, art is not about skills.

You drank ten cans of beer and put the empty cans together to make a tiny fortress. That’s art.

You accidentally splattered paint on a wall, then later draw a big, cracked open dinosaur egg next to it. That’s also art.