It isn't why I did the drawings. I wasn't looking for any sort of recognition or payment either earthly or otherwise. It was simply a matter of using skills honed over the years to fill a need. Which, as I sit here pondering that statement, is really an offering of gratitude for those who provided everything I needed to grow my abilities. May they be blessed!
Pens, pencils, paper, lots of erasers, crayons, paint, canvas, rulers and school. That's where I mastered the now mostly extinct skills of a graphic artist. It's pretty much all done on computer now. Nevertheless, the skills learned about design and layout are transferable and have helped shape my home and gardens.
We all have within us a creator who has the ability to take nothing and make it something. The trick is to find our voice, our song that only we can sing. This means setting aside all the "You will never..." comments that cripple us. It means forgiving those who said such harmful things.
It means taking a chance and trying something. Maybe it's for the first time. Don't give up. The skills will grow over time.
Every single masterpiece or published book or featured garden in a magazine has a whole boatload of failures behind it. Every single scientific breakthrough is built on what didn't work. I am sure there are great chefs who tossed a smoking dinner in the trash once or twice.
Go for it!