On Wednesday, I mentioned that it took a long time for me to discover/realize/admit I had any type of creativity inside me. Acknowledging that my writing had any artistic value took a little longer. There's one thing, though, that remains an unchanging truth.
I can't draw.
Add to that the fact that I can't paint, sculpt, or do anything else under the umbrella of visual arts. My brother and sister got that talent. When we started playing DrawSomething against each other, I figured my attempts would be pitiful next to theirs. (Fortunately, phone-sized touchscreens are the great equalizer.)
It's not one of my strengths, and I'm okay with that. I think it's helped me appreciate those who do have talents in that area.
You know who doesn't appreciate the talent and hard work required? Those clients featured on Clients From Hell. Seriously. As the sister of a graphic designer, I find it mind-boggling.
To counter those non-appreciators, here's some appreciation. Once upon a time, I taught an eighth-grade girl named Lynn some math. Fast forward about a decade, and we got back in touch. She doesn't draw professionally, just doodles for fun, but that doesn't stop me from following her Tumblr religiously.
Have you seen the Hatchet Cat featured on Mindy McGinnis's Saturday Slash query critiques? Yeah, Lynn drew that.
So, for Lynn, my siblings, and everyone else who can draw things that make me go ♡♥♡, I raise my glass (of root beer) to you!