My plans were to spend the summer months painting and attending about a dozen plays which we already had tickets. I have new found sympathy for people who have broken bones, especially on their dominant side. I haven't felt pain like that in a long time. I also never realized just how much I use my right hand and arm. We are waiting to see if it heals with the warning that a shoulder replacement is on the horizon.
What was I to do all summer I asked as I sat staring at my art materials. I couldn't sign an X with my left hand, how in the world was I to paint. Oh well, I had nothing to lose so I thought why not and I started to paint the wild red poppies I was seeing all around this area. I won't kid you, I felt very spastic and the going was very slow but it was a heck of a lot better than sitting and feeling sorry for myself. I painted almost every day eventually trying my hand at painting dogs. I have to admit, I amazed myself.
Here are a few of my "other hand" paintings. I don't necessarily recommend breaking your arm but there is something very satisfying about doing something you never thought you'd be able to do.
