"It's true!" Dawn exclaimed with a laugh, shrugging as she turned her attention back to Joe's art. The fact that she knew the artist that Joe suggested didn't change the fact that Dawn couldn't draw a line to save her life. "I like to think I have a good eye for art, but for talent, well, I've seen preschool finger paintings that have looked better than what I've come up with. I could probably reapply myself, but I'm far too busy these days. Not that I mind it, I just focus my creative energies on my strengths when I get the time."
Aside from that, she didn't want to leave a lasting mark anywhere she went. It did tear at her to constantly turn her back at opportunities when her ambitious side craved to see how far she could push herself, but self-preservation won out. She couldn't be notable and live anonymously, so failing as a painter at an early age did come as a mixed blessing. Dawn raised a glass, noting, "I may never be a Kandinsky, but at least I'll enjoy. Do you present at a lot of galleries?"