In high school I wanted to be an artist.  In reality, I was terrible at it, and even more awful at meeting deadlines and I loathed having things graded.  I constantly compared my work to others and knew they were better.  I somehow weaseled my way into AP2 art, skipping AP1 just so I could get last period off at school.  It was horrible.

Recently I inherited some lovely watercolors and all of the sudden, I'm enjoying painting.  I'm not being graded, there's no one to tell me what to paint or when to finish it or what medium to use.  All of the sudden, it's fun.

This is my first painting with my new paints - in honor of my mother-in-law:

I think she would have given me an "A."  For effort, if nothing else.