Yes, I give in. I really can't draw. So my van Gogh ambitions just went down the drain, gone with the wind and as in au revior. I call it sadness, I call it acceptance. Just made up my mind that I'm not for the fine arts, I call it mourning. That's it, I really can't draw. There are other things the world can offer but maybe not the art of drawing, painting or illustrating, sketching, etc., etc. Tsk, tsk. I call it melancholy.
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