My mother is a classically-trained painter. She can do beautiful calligraphy, too, although lately her essential tremor has made all writing except printing difficult for her.

Let's just say that I inherited *none* of her artistic ability. It's one of my biggest disappointments in life, that I can't even come close to drawing the way she does.

An amusing anecdote: my handwriting when I was in elementary school was my mother's despair. I think she could never figure out how her own daughter could have such cramped, horrible cursive writing (turns out it was my school's fault). My handwriting changed dramatically in high school, when it became much closer to what it is today.