The Soft Underside of Experience
It is a small thing, but this past week I was forced experience a different way of being in the world. An injured shoulder required me to stop using my left arm for the week. I am left-handed, so that made everything a bit awkward. Including painting. But I often draw wrong-handed to keep things loose, so the opportunity to paint an entire piece that way was too good to pass up.
This painting, created entirely wrong-handedly, does bring me both wonder and joy. And the realization that maybe, just maybe, the way I usually do things isn't the only or best way to do them. Apparently, it is never too late in life to become a diver. :)
12/12/2019 11:47:05 am
12/12/2019 11:53:07 am
Carl! Yay! Thank you! Coming from the man who can paint with an eye patch, that is a huge compliment. No holding back!
12/12/2019 11:55:10 am
12/12/2019 11:59:35 am
Dotty! We all have some catching up to do in the unfettered diving arena. :)
12/13/2019 12:00:18 am
I feel I have been diving and need to come up for air sometimes!
12/13/2019 10:55:12 am
Carol! A great point - coming up for air is important, too!!! And you can bet I will keep using my wrong/right hand! ha ha! LOVE the pun...
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