True enjoyment of art is when the piece reaches your heart. It is when it makes a connection with the observer on some level and draws you into it. Each person can view a piece differently but when you are enthusiastic about a piece either because of its intensity, meaning, quality or message, it is hard to walk past it or leave it behind.
Some times it is the sheer genius of the artists and how he captured the reality in his painting. How he managed to capture veery nuance, shadow, shade and color as well as depth and perception just right. In some pieces it is how he managed to capture an expression, a thought, a concept, a color, a look of a mirror or glass or glow from a far that seems to look like silver but as you get closer to it, it really isn’t. Sometimes it is the folds of a table cloth or a crease in a skirt that is beyond perfection or a wrinkle in a face or the strings in the talliis or the fingernails that are perfect or even the eyelashes that can’t possibly be a painting but it is. It is truly amazing what gifts Hashem has bestowed on different individuals and how they share them with others.
But for the life of me I just can’t understand how a similar painting to what my grandchildren made is getting so much acclaim. It has no other meaning to me than it was made by my grandchild. So if some one my age makes it I would say “grow up” and not “put it on display”.