In the Eye of the Beholder.

Art is like beauty.

It is in the eye of the beholder.

 

My parents happen to have a "picture" mobile in their room. It was empty. 

It is Fathers Day.

I filled the mobile with colored halves of index card, saying different things I love about my Dad.

Each color repeats only twice. 

As fate would have it, I magically made the exact number of cards for the exact number of clips.

Without checking before-hand or anything.

Amazing.

Is it art?

Sure. Why not.