On The Other Hand

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.