Now this is going to be a short one. Me draw? Forget it. The painting above is a graffiti on a wall in our town, probably one of those midnight scribbles from the youth, but it is even better than what I could do.
Not that I do not have an artistic streak. I can do wonders with a camera, but all I have to do is press the button. I had art lessons at school, I had no choice, but I was not outstanding. I think if they had told me to draw a straight line it would not have worked.
Some people can just do it with no problem. Give Mr. Swiss a pencil and paper or a paint box and he creates a work of art with no problem. He had lessons as a young teenager from an artist, although he had the talent already. How come he can do it and I cannot. I must say he understands art. We have visited many exhibitions and art galleries and he introduced me to the world of painting, that I actually now recognise who painted what. I am more into the surreal stuff, my favourite painter being René Margritte, a Belgien painter. His painting of a man with an apple in front of his head I find brilliant. I even based one of my photos on it borrowing the cat next door.