As an art lover, I've always been intrigued by the depth of individual expression that so many artists achieve in their work. You know your piece or performance is effective if the viewer has grasped something of what you, the artist, were feeling or the beauty you were experiencing at the time your work was being produced.
When I got to college I wanted to know more about this expressive process, so I took a few art classes. Quite honestly, these classes were the hardest learning I had ever done, but also the most rewarding. After I decided to major in fine art, I was given more opportunities than ever before to demonstrate how the eternal laws of God are practical in life as well as in art.
A sense of personal limitation was, for me, one of the most difficult things to overcome. You see, I had always been creative in various avenues of my life, but I didn't think I possessed the natural talent or skills that one would usually think of as belonging to an accomplished artist. I couldn't draw anything that looked remotely like what I thought it should. In classes I was surrounded by people who produced amazing pieces with what seemed, to me, to be no effort at all. It was hard to deal with the thought of not being able to involve myself successfully in something that I loved so much.
