Mo tells me that I should do a painting a day if I want to improve.
She's always reminding me that medical school took hard work and lots of practice and tells me that painting is just like that.
I personally think I should be able to paint wonderfully despite no innate ability or dedicated practice. Really, having kids who regularly shove their dad's pillow in the freezer and a little boy who jubilantly pees on his sister's leg "because now I have a backyard!" should count for something in the fine arts. Life is so unfair.