When I was in school, we had what we then called “drawing class” once a week. We were told to draw and then colour inside the lines. We were judged by what the teacher thought was the cleanest, prettiest drawing. Most drawing teachers were kind, too. But despite this, art was intimidating and any aspiration I may have had towards pursuing art of any kind was quashed when, unconsciously, only the form-perfect were lauded in school.