I wish I was an artistic kind of guy. I think I AM a CREATIVE kind of guy, I can come up with lots of ideas about how to do things and I can imagine actually putting a brush to a canvas, but the final product just does not seem to please me. I think this particular piece of art is very interesting, and I like it. If I were to try something like this, I do not think I would like it. I do not understand why it should be so difficult to transfer from my noodle to a piece of canvas (or masonite or sheetrock or a plain rock).I wish I could play the piano too. I love the piano, and although I begged and whined and pouted as a kid, my parents would never cave and let me take piano. How abnormal is it for a seven to twelve year old kid to BEG to take piano lessons? Well, on the other hand, what is normal. Don't answer that, I will use that in another post. BUT NO, I got no piano lessons. I ended up with clarinet, drums and then trombone lessons. CONFESSION TIME: I faked the whole thing. I never was able to read music, but that did not seem to be all that important to the band teachers from third grade to my senior year in high school. I (really) faked the whole thing. I just needed to hear what I was supposed to play and after a time or two, I played it. It took me about as long to learn a piece as it did the rest of the kids around me, and no one was any wiser.
I faked a lot of stuff in my years (and years) of academia. BUT I was always somewhat interesting to be around. Sort of like the mother confessor, and I knew how to keep secrets.
Still do.
Deeds, Actions, Changes, SECRETS, Kindnesses, Whirled Peas, FUN!
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