Artless

I was terrible at everything to do with crafts. I dreaded art class and was embarrassed by my pitiful uncreative renditions. In hindsight though, what an avant-garde concept to have a class dedicated to art.

     I was however obsessed with cursive writing. I loved those booklets with the lines and would sit for hours trying to perfect the B’s, F’s, and the S’s.

     Ironically, one might consider it art these days, given no one sub-30 can read it. I’ve watched many stare at cards blankly, politely smiling with thanks when for all they know I wrote screw you, and your birthday. 

Inspired by I fold. Image by ilbusca.