… I just hope it’s not a train.
Hi guys, it’s me, Larry. Really, I’m not dead. I know it’s been forever since I’ve written a blog post but gosh a lot has happened since my last post. I’ve been dealing with so many doctors I have a hard time remembering their names but the results have been really positive.
Except for all the snow and cold I’m, as they say in the military, good to go. I can even walk up/down stairs again. More importantly, except for really bad arthritis days, my drawing hand is cooperative, though it’s very out of practice which is frustrating. I even think the steady drone of doctor visits is coming to an end (I had six of them in the last eight days).
I wanted to post this update, though, to let you know that I’m still alive. Here’s a quick sketch I did to see if I could “loosen up” as everyone seems to hold as the highest form of art. I have a hard time looking at “loose” coming from my hand.
I’ll leave you with this sketch of an old window. It shows my out of tune hand all too clearly but I’m getting back into the swing of things so maybe I can call myself a sketcher again.