I can tune guitars impeccably, even deal with their idiosyncratic intonation (if it’s not too bad); but I can’t play with any skill. I melt inside at the sound of a clear voice, but greatness and consistency in singing are not mine. I appreciate the nuances of ink and paint on canvas, but any attempts to produce such work still looks pretty much like it did in 3rd grade.
That makes me more of an art-lover than an art-maker. Were I rich, I’d be a true “patron of the arts.” I’m not rich, but here’s a link to an artist who brings goodness to our world, and perhaps you could lend her your support in some way. http://beccayoderart.com/
LIVE a beautiful day!