I used to fancy myself an artiste. I was a doodler and a sketcher with my preferred media being ink pens on notebook paper. Nowadays, I simply call myself a mechanic.
I can do things and utilize tools, programs, and math to come up with the forms and designs I seek. Color deliverables consist of graphic image files on disk or flash drive. My printed work is always grayscale and uses heavy high grade bright white laser paper stock.
That artsy fartsy pursuit I once had for the world has passed with my overt failure to ignore the advent of primary colored haired idiots who think they look good with all their incorrect notions regarding science, biology, and of course ... gender loosed from those ignorant yapping traps AS IF they actually need to "educate" someone though they themselves have merely been "indoctrinated" by the libtard left.
Somehow my proximity to those I feel to be stupid kills a lot of my creative inclinations and replaces them with a strong desire to terminate the stupid element with extreme prejudice.
So now I just stand my ground and tell them all to get a life. They simply have nothing of value or fact to share with anyone anywhere in all their indoctrinated stupidity.
So today is National Creativity Day. It's a day for imagination to run rampant and bulldoze those petty penny ante annoyances like social justice warriors, politically correct idiots, prefered pronoun morons, transgenders, and other failures of life and just get on with what is preferred personally.
F☠ck you all perverts.
I used to create things as an activity of daily living. Now it takes a back seat to the dull and commonplace whiners I see in the news trying to overwhelm the planet with their misbegotton 'feelings' that don't really matter.
So I think that whatever your preference is be it painting, sketching, drawing, writing, poetry — whatever today is your day.