For the first five years of my teenage life I was actively an artist. I have not stopped creating art whether it is furniture, sculpture, or even painting. I do it occasionally. During that teenage period I was actively painting.
Was I any good? My mother thought so. She had a masters degree in fine arts. She took me to visit a great artist of the day along with my paintings. We talked with Isamu Noguchi, the man who gave us our ubiquitous paper lamps and much great sculpture. He told my mother that I could be a great artist if I worked hard at it, many hours a day, as he did.
At the beginning of my teens I was doing watercolors which impressed the gallery in Seattle where I was doing them at age 13. It was the Frye and they put them in the entrance area of the gallery. Maybe a dozen of them.
When I was at the University of Chicago I was doing oil painting in the art lab. Still not thinking of becoming an artist.
I had a roommate in Chicago whose brother was studying art at Ames at the State University of Iowa. He was desperate. At the end of a semester of painting, he hadn't done any work. Unknown to me, my roommate Charlie Roll sent one of my paintings to his brother to use as his semester final project.
That painting was selected, by the school as an outstanding work of art and bought by the Ames State Art Gallery. Charlie told me this about six months later.
So one of my paintings with the name Roll as the artist is in the Ames State art collection.
Should I have feelings about this one way or the other? I don't.