One of my coworkers, seeing I was knitting something during lunch, told me he had a "giant handknit sweater from Ireland." I incredulously asked if he was speaking of an Aran fisherman's sweater. He had no idea, but he was kind enough to bring it in for me to see.
I don't feel drawn to knit a sweater like this, but I appreciate the heck out of it. Part of me is filled with hope that someday after I'm gone, a knitter will look at something I made and recognize the time and effort that went into it.
Look around. Art is everywhere.