Art shouldn’t only be serious, high-brow, inaccessible works tucked into somber museum gallery corners under spotlights with a guard lurking nearby and at the ready to slap an art lover’s wrists if he should boldly reach out to feel the bumpy texture of a colorful, imperfect ceramic. Art should also be whimsical, fun, arresting, and accessible, creations that invite visual lingering and gleam outside in the elements for everyman to see, uplifting the spirits and swelling the heart of those who can benefit from a dose of art without undertaking an effort to do so. The curious and giant sculptures of Büldan Öner Seka glint and shine from her terraced front yard, prompting passersby to fashion their stories about the hulking yet graceful dozen or so figures that party, pray, lounge, and bask all the way from Spruce Street to the upper patio of the Macedonia-born, Turkish-raised ceramacist. The pieces, from the voluptuous woman with upraised arms, bulging middle-aged bluesman, and funky critters, bring a whole new meaning to art appreciation. See for yourself at Spruce and Halkin Lane.