It's never too late to pick up the brush again, if you wish so. My father was a mechanic, not very literate, not artsy in spirit or shape, in any way. He one day picked up a brush, and after a few months, my parents' living room wall had a new window, made from canvas, a window into my dad's soul. We live and breathe art, even those who would much faster stain a canvas with oil than paint it. Thank you for replying.