My mum says I wrote with both hands before I broke my left wrist in kindergarten. Then I became a righty. This time has been a shining moment for my overshadowed left hand, which has performed honorably in picking up the slack of my right. There's not too much it can't do.Drawing with my left has been more fun then drawing has been in a while. There's a bigger element of surprise in what might come out on paper. And as it's gotten steadier I'm beginning to recognize my regular righty style coming out, which makes me realize my art does come more from the head then the hand.
And though typing is still a chore, I've figured out how to take pictures with my right hand while my left is 100% proficient with a mouse. So I entertain myself with Photoshop.
3 comments:
I love the picture!
I am so glad to see that you are doing well. When I was in second grade one of my cousins sat on my hand and two of the fingers on my right hand were bent back to my wrist....ouch!!! I was a righty and now had to learn to do things with my left hand....I can now use both hands equally...although I do use my right hand to write and draw.....this was a blessing in disguise as I believe your accident was. Why do these blessings have to come in such a painfull way? I whish you continued recovery and many more discoveries along the way.
Mo'a! thank you so much for the good story and good wishes.
Thanks Alvina!
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