Not My Art

So far, thanks to the generous welcome of a terrific group of women and a few men in Kitsap County, I have learned that some visual arts require meticulous, painstaking attention to detail. Not to mention a steady hand.

Cannot draw a straight line if my life depended on it. Nice colors, though.

So far, I'm better off doing larger, less precise things. I'm not a printmaker, for sure. Nor am I likely to become a successful decorator of miniatures through the medium of wax on eggs. It was fun though. And exhausting.