In another life I envisioned myself as a artist.
I love the idea of being able to draw.
My mother was able to draw as can my eldest daughter Paula and my son Matt.
I have tried.
I have bought books to teach me how to draw…..but it all falls flat.
What a wonderful gift to have.
This is a Bob Ross Painting.
I use to watch him for hours as a kid.
I even bought a small painting of his and it hangs in my den.
To have that kind of talent…..would be a dream…..
Of course I would love to be able to write novels and have people think they were wonderful too.
The creative gene just didn’t pass me by, it rushed rapidly on to someone more lucky than I.