Coming from a family of artists, I should be able to do SOMEthing. I know HOW, I know colors, but my brain refuses to put it all together the way it should be. And THEN I lose patience.
Being the son of artt talented people, and the grandson of art talented people who could use paints the way wordsmiths meld words, I should be able ot use paint like a toy.
After all, pencil work is natural to me.
But, paint stubbornly refuses to bend to my will.