I have learned something I think should have been obvious. And it wasn't. And it speaks to certain limitations I enjoy as a person. Sometimes I don't see the obvious and it needs to jump up and bite me before I do. SWMBO tells me that all men are like that - but I don't think that necessarily true. Not ALL men.
Anyway, what I learned was to do with Art. And how personal a person's art is. What I mean is, there are limits to a person's Art. Not every artist is capable of producing all types or kinds of Art. Jackson Pollock's abstract art is totally beyond me - to understand or to emulate. The Art of a Rembrandt or a Reubens is beyond me, as well. There are people who can draw, with a pencil, such things that they look like a photograph. Not me. There are limits to what I can do and there are subjects I will probably never be able to undertake.
What I have also found, though, is that half the fun of finding one's Art within one's self, is exploring those limits and pushing at the boundaries - to find out just how solid they are. And where my Art will let me go.
I will soon be ready to publish and ship the "Pay It Forward" prizes to my three winners. Exploring has been fun - it's time to fish or cut bait.