I freely admit there are no creative bones in my body. I admire creative talents in others, but I am unable to take paints, sticks, canvas, paper, or any combination and make something pleasing to the eye. Luckily, I’m OK with that. My family, friends, colleagues, and coworkers think differently. They would argue that my ability to bake cookies is not only a talent, but also an artform. I think it's less about skill and more a labor of love. Afterall, I don’t create my own recipes. With this blog installment, I'm sharing what I consider a minor talent . . . using Woodson Art Museum gallery walls as my "canvas" for the exhibitions I curate and install.