The Louvre. The Met. The MoMA. They’re great and all, but have you ever been to a pre-K classroom?

The work coming out of early learning centers is very underappreciated, at least in my opinion.

Perhaps it’s the volume. I do have a closet full of handmade creations already, and one of my children hasn’t even entered this renowned art-making space yet and the other only just turned four. Or perhaps it’s the underestimated artists at the center of these masterpieces, destined for refrigerator doors and scrapbooks rather than galleries and museums.

Kids aren’t seen as the artistic geniuses they truly are—at least not by the larger public. But I think we need to change that.

Their perspectives are unique, intriguing and authentic. Their palettes are vibrant, and their techniques, well, they are downright unruly—in a good way.

Staring at my children’s drawings, I am mesmerized by their imagination, their creativity and their reckless abandon. They effortlessly combine mediums—sparkle crayons, markers and something called “gel marker.” They smear, smash and often color far beyond the reaches of whatever canvas they are working with. Their process is just as exciting as the finished product.

As I write this, I am becoming increasingly paranoid that this is a newborn baby situation. Let me explain.

When babies are born, their parents are in awe of their beauty. Absolutely starstruck. Now, that is not to say they aren’t cute. But what I am saying is that babies, they take a few days, or weeks, to really hit their stride in the cuteness department. The hormones we release to bond with our children blind us from the truth—and that is by design.

So is it possible that I think my sons are artistic geniuses simply due to brain chemistry and the serotonin I receive when I look into their sweet faces as they offer me yet another doodle? Maybe. Or perhaps I am correct in my assessment that children are some of the greatest artistic minds around, and no one is stopping to pay attention. I think it’s a matter of opinion.

No matter which side you fall on, I think we can all agree that beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Art isn’t objective. What speaks to one person is not necessarily going to spark something in someone else. And that is OK.

As you read through April’s art-focused issue, I hope you find something that speaks to you. But if you don’t, don’t bother telling me. I’ll be too busy in my son’s pre-K classroom, expanding my art collection. I have to move quickly—these artists are undiscovered but surely on the cusp of their big breaks.