I’m not really sure what art is, but in the famed words of Justice Potter Stewart and his famed colloquialism, I know it when I see it. DC’s art scene is very much underrated, wholly overshadowed by its primary role as the eye of the political storm. As cool and comprehensive as the National Gallery is, I don’t think art has to be hanging on a wall or supported by a marble base. Art can be anywhere, in the people who ride the gallery’s escalators, in the underground tunnels that serve as a link between celebrated eighteenth century collections and modern galleries that were born only last year, and finally, in the dismal yet soothingly symmetric institution known as the DC Metro, where people sit and stand and wait and look down at their phones to pass the time by – look up! There might be something worthwhile looming overhead.