I’m an artist. But I’m not an artist in the visual sense. I’ve never been able to draw well, and I was never big on art class in school because the stuff I made was all horrible compared to the people sitting next to me.
Like almost all kids, crayons and coloring books were a staple of my entertainment–the thing I did when I was supposed to be “quiet.” I’m not gonna say I didn’t enjoy coloring a little bit–I was especially proud of my gillion-color special super-duper Crayola set with names of colors I was too young to pronounce–but there was a problem.