I find myself wishing very often that I had learnt Fine Art. It is rather strange that we should be spending most of our adult lives pursuing things that we don't really want (both professions and lovers). We had such clarity of thought when we were younger. I recently read somewhere that people who are the happiest doing what they do, probably do what they really liked doing when they were 5. Well, something like that, it sounded a lot less convoluted when I read it. I am teaching myself hand lettering. Here is a rather shaky, first attempt.