My father in his last decade drew unique cartoons, with whimsey and irony. He loved the New Yorker cartoons and the local comic strips.
I drew and painted everything from childhood through middle age: pencil works, watercolors, acrylic paintings (small; traditional).
In the "other" arts: I played classical flute and piccolo from 4th grade through high school, about 9-10 years in various bands, marching bands, and orchestras. Practicing was full of pleasure for me and an old man who listened from his open window across the street. (I'm grateful that he let my mother know. I'd wondered how the woman next door liked it. She never said anything, and that was a vote in either direction.)
In college and grad school, I wrote fiction and poetry with the major works being published.
I've used my writing skills to earn money, but it is a craftsman's art so it's not a big earner.
As an adult, my "works" extended into the garden, with some seasonal successes fixing or replacing the broken ones.
I still love making in the abstract, widely applied. It is an artist's skill no matter what the medium. But I do not make cakes and pies, as my mathematically polished mother did. They were wonderful, and not to be imitated.
