The Hand in the Iron Mask. (Or more accurately the Hand in the Fiberglass Mitten.)
Freedom has finally come for the Hand in the Fiberglass Mitten. After seven long weeks of incarceration in a prison with no room to wiggle, no water, no light, nothing but the rigid, bitter embrace of an iron maiden (fiberglass) the Hand is finally free.
Perhaps I should back up. The first week of August, in a bizzare accident while saving orphan babies from firey mutant cyborg ninjas riding radioactive pterodactyls, I broke my hand. (You should see what they look like though.) And yes, the one I draw with.
So basically the last two months have been depressingly artless for me. Oh, I did some rough crayon drawings with my left hand, sure. Thank you notes to the fine folk who brought my comfort food, comfort candy, comfort drink, and various other flavors of comfort. (I live in Utah, we pretty much just find any excuse we can to eat. Pretty much every other form of joy is banned here.)
I'm thrilled to say that I'm back in the saddle. The saddle of a comfy chair behind a computer, tablet, and a stack of assignments that have been waiting for a little love.
As far as the details, for those interested, I've kept a little itty bitty photo log. Head on over to my website to see it. [link]