Despite having no talent for painting, drawing or the like, on my way home today I decided I want to be an artist. So, with my credit card in hand, I confidentally walked into Flax, a fancy schmancy art store on Market St. Back in the apartment, with my new canvas, three colors of paint and the cheapest brushes I could find, I set to work feeling motivated. All that inspiration disappeared, though, when I realized I was painting the canvas cobalt blue without having removed the plastic from the bristles of my brush.