There is a tree in my father's garden that looks a bit wilted, maybe it is a weeping fir tree. It has always kind of annoyed me, because it looks as if it has been doused in acid rain, or is just somehow untidy. I felt the dangly top branches spoilt the view from my father's living room and wanted to go out and chop them off. When I mentioned this to my father he said "oh no, you wouldn't chop off the man and his dug". I looked again and sure enough I saw a man walking a dog, a bit like a retriever with a feathery tail. (click on the picture to enlarge it to see the colour of the dog's collar). A nice reminder of how differently people can see the same thing.
When I started writing this I wanted to investigate something I read in the paper about "the belief formulated by Duchamp that 'All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone.'" Imagine my surprise when the first Google search result gave - The Richard Mutt Case