It's weird how that works, isn't it? For example, I can sing pretty well, but I couldn't draw a circle if my life depended on it!
And I love to draw, but can't sing a lick. Cats and dogs howl when I try.
LOL - another parallel. Most of my family is talented at drawing and/or painting and I am just abysmal at it.
I still remember doing a class project to make a Christmas angel for our parents out of wine bottles and plaster of Paris, etc. Mine was so atrocious, I brought it home and hid it. Mother told me years later that she had found it one day and had immediately figured out what had happened. She found it poignant and kept the horrible thing because of that.