I owe thanks to Sue for the idea of this blog. How I got here from her blog about dreams is just the way my weird mind works.
I think a lot of folk have an artistic talent for something it's just that some don't realise it or had their hopes crushed early in life. Most of the people I grew up amongst were what are called down to earth hard working people but amongst them are poets and painters,writers and musicians who in another life may have become famous for their deeds. They still entertain their circle of friends with works of art, a song or two or a well written piece of prose.
My own father was a good artist and pen man but growing up in the back streets of Belfast in the 20s didn't give any opportunities to nourish his talent. The nearest he got was years later writing the towns football team's match reports for our local rag. He also had a fine tenor voice but they are 10 a penny in his generation of Irish men.He was still doing water colours until dementia took a hold.He would frame them and give them to friends and I still see some hung on peoples walls when I visit. I often wonder if he regretted his talent being wasted or if he was happy with his lot.
A school friend went to art college on a scholarship and great things were expected of him but he was a fragile young man and mental problems have dogged his life. He doesn't pick a brush or sketch pad up at all now.
I have no artistic talent apart from writing a few essays at school but I can fix almost anything mechanical or electrical so I guess that's a talent of sorts.