My kids grew up in New York City, walking to school along streets crowded with people and signs and litter, and also art. Handmade creation were tucked or scrawled or hanging in odd places. Yes, graffiti, but other things too, made from found objects or small toys. We called these discoveries Sneaky Art. Sneaky, as in taking the finder by surprise, making us look twice. We soon had our own ideas for ways to contribute to the great exhibition of city life.