I was just thinking about when I had to take Art class in seventh and eighth grade. I was so nervous. I remember thinking - "Oooo... I'm so bad at Art."
But -You wouldn't hear any of that. Attitude was everything. If I whined about my art abilities, Mrs. Piersol put a stop to it immediately.
I remember slowly drawing a self portrait and being surprised at the end result. I remember asking Mrs. Piersol if she'd dock off points for me not adding the scar on my right cheek. She said that I didn't need to add it if I didn't want to. I loved that self-portrait.
I also remember making an elephant out of clay. I remember working intently and focusing on the beauty of the elephant. I remember her coming by and checking on me once in a while to see how it was coming along. When I was done, we put it in the kiln.
After those years, I found I loved art. I found I wasn't as bad as I thought I was.