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.
I'm a pretty good artist, but I can't draw a circle (and neither can a lot of artists. We use tools for that)
My hubby has a great artistic eye but crappy micromotor skills, and he never took the long years of practice it takes sometimes to develop the brain-eye coordination it can take to do drawing and such art. He's also not particularly good for mechanical aptitude.
But he's an excellent photographer and loves to do that type of thing and did it professionally for a number of years as part of his job with the FS, both in still and video work.
My stepson has a good dose of artistic ability and no desire to use it. But he did extremely well in welding (to the point where the teacher sort of decided to exempt him from the class curve and give him appropriate tasks - that much ahead of what the other guys were doing) and in other mechanical arts.
Doing pattern recognition things, even in playing games like dominos drives my dad around the bend. But I'm a wiz.
It's funny how that works, even in blood relatives.
That's funny! And I DO know the feeling...art in elementary school was a particularly painful experience for me.