So I took a bike tour the other day. We went by lots of street art. I often ask myself a series of questions about art that go like this: What is art, what is junk, and which is this? And if I decided this is art, isn’t everything? This, of course, quickly leads to the next set of questions: What is art, what is junk, and which am I? And if I decide I am art, isn’t everybody? Perhaps this woman is asking herself the same questions.