I am, by no means, an artist. That is to say, in the physical sense. I wish I had the patience with all the tedium but I routinely try to find faster ways to produce it. I have found myself aware of my capabilities with music which is why most of my "art" contains some form of music. I've been blessed with fingers and hands that can dance across ebony and ivory, rapture hickory, and pluck steel. But for the life of me, I fail such tasks as holding a brush the right way. I beat my head against the wall in angst that comes from my lack of ability. But, it is still my dream that I can someday produce an album or book to make some type of