In the
middle of November I slipped on the ice and broke my thumb.
My right
thumb, hand and wrist were in a cast for an eternity. And having my
dominant hand suddenly unusable created all kinds of problems
in my day
to day 'First World' life, (i.e., driving, opening tin cans, cooking, doing up
various parts
of my clothing), but the worst part was that my
drawing hand
was kaput.
In
desperation I began to use my left hand.
The only picture that I did with my left
hand that was worth saving was the last picture I posted.
The thing
is that I love that picture and when I compared it to my other work I see it is
simple and yet so bare naked truthful.
Done in the Medieval style it is
called, "Willpower"
and is all about using only my mind to control
things
that are potentially
out of my control.
The cast
came off earlier this week and I am really feeling quite scattered.
My right
hand seems like a friend I haven't seen for awhile - it is a bit uncomfortable finding things to talk about.
(And I am a
little pissed at it anyway for letting me down.)
My left
hand, on the other hand, was difficult to be with but interesting and I don't
know that I want to drop it just because my right hand is back.
I decided
to do draw something (right hand) to try to ground myself
but I still feel
unsettled and it shows. :(
A stranger
in my own mind.
PS On the positive side, while encased I did discover the
Quebec author Louise Penny and her wonderful Inspector Armand Gomeche murder mysteries.
