I used to go to art galleries to view and appreciate the works of others. Unfortunately, I would often crawl away despondent because I could never be that good of an artist. Pretty sure that was not the way a crawl was supposed to work.
Surprisingly, I have discovered in my ripe old age, that there are some positive things that occur with maturity. Call it acceptance or resignation but now when I visit a gallery, I am enveloped by an odd sense of anonymous comaraderie. Artists can be consumed by their pursuits and it's comforting to know that there are many others "out there" attempting to realize their dreams. Just as there are never two snowflakes alike, there are never two artists alike, never two pieces of art alike.... Well, you get the idea. We should each celebrate and revel in our uniqueness.
Take the time to discover, develop and share your gifts rather than to ruminate on what you are not. If you are an artist at heart, there are no failures.
My good friend the Rock-n-Blog Frog takes a moment from his bug snatching hectic day to enjoy the Garden Art. He's relaxing in the pachysandra.
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