The Life of the Artistically Illiterate

Embarrassments, survival strategies, and getting to acceptance

Photo by Eddy Klaus on Unsplash

I have a confession to make. I can’t sing. I can’t read music or play any instruments worth mentioning. I can’t draw or paint either. When it comes to the arts, I am a tabula rasa, a Gobi Desert of artistic expression, a veritable dearth of right-brained activity. I am convinced if someone did…