Anything that can evoke nostalgia for someone for a time they weren't even alive for has something special in it. Those are great.
That's probably the best art Norman Rockwell ever did; I think it's from 1951 (not sure), and was the cover of the
Saturday Evening Post Thanksgiving of that year.
It's awesome, the grandmother and grandson saying grace in a greasy-spoon joint near a big city bus station, the coarse hardened truck drivers looking on in wonder.
It's not the full picture; I just happened to have this one in photobucket.
Amber can shove her "art" up her ass and smoke it.