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It’s been really great having some time off work to dive back into some practical art practice. I’ve rediscovered how much I love portraiture — something I adored from a young age but somehow let slip away over the last couple of decades.
A frozen shoulder has unexpectedly pushed me to draw with my left hand, and the results have been surprisingly exciting. Everything feels looser, freer, more expressive. I feel far less in control with my left hand — which is sometimes maddening when I’m trying to hatch clean lines, but at other times incredibly freeing. It has a style entirely its own, approaching the early stages of a portrait in a completely different way.
Though it’s been painful at moments, it’s also been a fascinating and rewarding journey — one that’s reminded me why I fell in love with drawing in the first place.
A frozen shoulder has unexpectedly pushed me to draw with my left hand, and the results have been surprisingly exciting. Everything feels looser, freer, more expressive. I feel far less in control with my left hand — which is sometimes maddening when I’m trying to hatch clean lines, but at other times incredibly freeing. It has a style entirely its own, approaching the early stages of a portrait in a completely different way.
Though it’s been painful at moments, it’s also been a fascinating and rewarding journey — one that’s reminded me why I fell in love with drawing in the first place.
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