(Don't note me here: I still use my main account. I only log in to this one when I have art to submit)

So, I was hoping that the surgery I had in Febuary of '11 would mark the end of this DA account. In fact, it almost was. The surgery went amazingly well and I was drawing again in no time, there almost was no pain in my arm. By April I think it felt nearly normal. As in: I didn't even really feel it~ like it WAS normal. Then in September there was a pop. I don't know what it was, but it took me back to where I had been. I was hoping it was a sprain, but it's been months and it's still in a bad way. I think the nerve actually moved. I don't know. Sooo.... I'm going back to the surgeon, I'm flying out to see her next week and my appointment is on the 15th.

However... last Tuesday(?), when my husband had taken the week off work (which I was extremely thankful for because of how bummed I was,) we went to grab coffee at this cute little spot we love. They frequently sell local art at that place and there was just some... god awful BS on the walls. I don't normally say, let alone think, crap like this about art because most people try and you can see the effort and love that goes into their stuff, so there's always something beautiful to it: But this art was the laziest, no fuck's were given, (A sloshed out of his mind Pollock probably put more care into his pieces) pure bullshit kinda landscapes. It was insulting to any artist who had ever actually tried to paint something and, perhaps the 'worst' one, had sold for $530. I kinda stood there in shock and my ultra PC husband turned to me aghast and said "You could seriously do better with your left hand." I was instantly inspired to paint. Dares do wonders for me.

So, fuck it, that bad painting inspired me to try to do well enough with my left hand that I could actually make stuff that would sell. I wish I had taken a picture of the one that is literally the cause of me getting over myself.

Since then I've been painting like mad. Right now it's just practice. I got stuck on the idea of owls. (Be prepared for a lot of copied owls. I have to copy to make sure I'm getting things right, just like a little kid. My brain doesn't seem to transfer images to my left side as well as it did to my right. I wonder if there's some study on that. It's odd.)

I still don't have the control in my left hand to do drawings that aren't squiggly, (and drawing is what I love) but I've found that painting doesn't require the same motions- so it's more plausible. The bad news is that my left arm is probably on borrowed time as well. It suffered similar damage as my right, just not to the same extreme. There were times when I couldn't use it and the pain was just as bad for it. It's also got some kind of previous damage from a stroke-like event I had a few years prior that left me partially paralyzed on my left side for a few months. (Probably why it's so squiggly.) So, who the fuck knows how long I have to use it: but who the fuck knows how long any of us has- so, here we go! I'm going to start posting the stuff I do.

Wish me luck! It's the only thing I have to hope for. I want my right arm back, but this girl needs to be making some mullah in the meantime.

Sincerely,

Melora