I love Art. My dear ole dad is an art teacher. I still remember the art history lessons he gave all his sixth graders (including me) that lit the flame of interest in me. I took art History again in college as well as drawing and pottery classes. I loved them so much, and discovered something very interesting about myself. I stink at art. Don't feel bad, I'm sure that if I took more classes and practiced and studied and worked hard enough, I could perhaps produce something of some significance, but that bridge has burned, I am the CEO of my home now, no time to learn a new trade. And I am totally at peace with that, I mean we can't have it all right? Which brings me to the question at hand.
#2. If you could wake up tommorrow the master of some specific talent what would it be?
Mine would obviously involve lots of canvas, brushes, acrylics, clay, a kiln and lots of glaze. In 2001 Mike and I had occasion to visit Washington D.C., we only had a few hours on the mall and could only afford about 30 minutes in the Smithsonian. Mike was so kind as to let me spend every precious minute in that huge place, parked in the Monet exhibit staring at brilliant brush strokes. I'll be grateful to that forever!