Hmm, I've given this passing thought. I'm entirely and quite uniquely poor at music and art, yet passable at hand/eye stuff, with the noticeable exception of darts, which I'm astonishingly bad at.
Hope this helps.
I was thinking more of the mental aspects of the game, specifically, the ability to play more from the right side of the brain, which is the less analytical and more intuitive side (as It is currently hypothesized by most psychologists).
I'm a crappy artist myself, but a very good guitarist... at what I do. I'm a one-trick pony who had to struggle for years to achieve any competence. Stick me in a band in front of a crowd with some truly good jazz musicians and I will be hopelessly lost within thirty seconds. Which brings up a story that I feel correlates with the "feel" aspects of pool, and the whole left-brain/right/brain debate.
About 25 years ago when I had my repair shop in Saratoga Springs, a stranger came in, grabbed a guitar off the wall, and proceeded to blow my mind with some of the most technically incredible playing I had ever seen. I stopped working just to sit and listen to him "practice in public". The guy was phenomenal!
I got to talking with him and found out he was a recent grad of Berklee College of Music in Boston, a top school for aspiring jazz artists (Al DiMeola, Pat Metheny, John Abercrombie, Donald Fagen and many more famous alumni). The guy was new in town and wanted to know if there was any good jazz places where he could go and sit in.
I just happened to have a very good friend who was part of a very tight and progressive rhythm section. These cats had a Wednesday night jam session going after dining hours at the local Mexican restaurant, and invited visiting soloists to sit in with them and jam. I sent the guy over there and waited to hear from my friend Yenin (the upright bass player) next time I saw him.
Well, later in the week, Yenin comes in and the conversation went something like this:
In his thick Puerto Rican accent he asked me, "Hey, mon, what you do sending dat guy over to play with us without asking first?"
I was a bit taken aback. "Well, the guy came in here and he was just tearing up the fingerboard, getting way out there. He just graduated from Berklee. I thought you'd be glad I sent him over."
Yenin smiled out the corner of his mouth and said, "I don care where he graduate from. Dat guy can't play for chit." Then he went on, "Oh, he got some chops, but he couldn't follow us at all. And we take it EASY on him, mon. Then Scott came in with his sax and we got tired of his chit and we just lost him. He had to take his fancy guitar and leave. I feel bad, but he just embarrass us in front of everybody. Next time, ask first"
The pool analogy here is blatantly obvious to me, but if not, hell, it's a lot more pertinent to a thread on "feel" than all this aiming BS that got dragged into a potentially good discussion.