I'm going to tell a story here.
(Us old guys do that sometimes)
Long ago when I got out of service, I went to college under the G.I. bill.
I lived in the dorm and my roommate Dave liked to paint.
I watched him a couple weeks and then asked him to teach me.
He taught me very little, just enough to get me started.
My paintings looked nothing like his.
Mine didn't look real (his did) and I could not do people (they looked "strange"), so I did landscapes.
Friends would stop by our room and tell Dave how great his work was. They would see my on-going masterpiece on the easel and say nothing.
(Bless their hearts)
As months passed my stuff never looked real, but I liked it and enjoyed painting.
Once a year Dave would submit his work to an art show and sale in Chicago.
So that year I joined him and put in 26 paintings.
I got a blue ribbon on one and sold 16 of the 26 and made some good money.
In an article about the show, it was mentioned my paintings were of the style of "Grandma Moses" (whom I had never heard of).
Anyway I created, had fun and followed my heart,
and the experience was one of my good memories of college.
I think to "create" one should always "follow his heart".
(You can google "Grandma Moses" and see some of her paintings)
