I can hear all of you right now: how the hell do you not like art? Ohmygod, you're what's wrong with this world!
Now that I've sucked you in, let me explain. I love looking at art. Anything done in watercolors makes me unbelievably happy. A friend of mine gave me a piece of art she'd made with red and gold leaves on an ivory background in a driftwood-type frame. Liam and I have decorated his room with different drawings and paintings he has made since he was about three. If I had my way, I'd have way more art hanging on my walls.
But creating art?
In fourth grade, we had to make those pictures where you colored a white sheet of paper in lots of different colors, then color a really thick layer of black over the colors, then make the picture by scraping the black crayon off the paper in any design. I was bored.
When I was in first grade, I remember coloring in a Barbie coloring book one day before school. I was bored.
In eighth grade, we had to do negative space drawings of a fern. Have you ever tried to draw negative space? It's a pain in the ass. I remember getting really frustrated with it and wondering "what's the point?"
When I reached high school, we had to take at least two years worth of fine arts. I chose chorus over art class.
I don't know if it's the repetitive motion of art, or if my brain just isn't wired that way, but trying to draw, color, paint, or sculpt makes me nuts. I get bored after about twenty minutes.
Adult coloring books are wildly popular right now. I have several friends who love to post pages they've colored on Facebook. They say coloring is therapeutic.
In November 2015, we made a road trip to St. Louis and stopped at Dick Blick on the way home. Liam loves drawing, coloring, and painting, and he needed more art supplies like I need another ear piercing, but he bought some anyway. Since I love watercolors so much, I bought some watercolor paper and watercolor pencils. I hadn't ever used the pencils before, so Liam showed me a couple of ways they could be used and I began to color.
Twenty-five minutes later, I remembered why I don't color. I don't like it. It's not therapeutic for me. It's just boring.
I admire those of you who create art in any form. You have the patience of saints and buttloads of talent. Sometimes I wish I had that talent. Then I just laugh at myself and go back to my book.