Every now and again I am struck by the need to create a work of art using my keen eye and able hands. On those occasions I’m usually walking through a Michael’s craft store with a couple of extra bucks in my pocket and a good case of amnesia.
Because no matter how often I purchase paints, or pencils, sketchbooks, or canvases, I am totally incapable of drawing anything more complex than a primary yellow sun with a happy face and straight rays poking out all around.
Yet I conveniently forget this simple fact over and over again.
There is something about a blank piece of paper that fills me with the burning desire to create. All that’s missing is a bit of talent.
Here’s my newest purchase:
Notice the beautiful sketchbook? Oh, the possibilities!
Notice the color pencils? They are not sharpened, and I have no sharpener at home.
So, for at least tonight the sketchbook is safe from my fumbling attempts at creating art. I think I just heard a papery sigh of relief.
Peace, people!