This is a drawing I did in 2018. A month prior, I had broken my right arm and couldn’t draw with my right hand, so this was done on my iPad with my left hand! It was an interesting experiment. The New Yorker didn’t buy it, but they bought this left-hand one.
I wrote an article about it for the NY Times, called My Left Hand vs My Right Hand: I broke my arm and had to rethink everything.
Today, I had the pleasure of speaking to a group of alumni and students at my alma mater, Earlham College. Several months ago, the college invited me to have an exhibit in the library, and travel to give a talk. It was a lot of fun—such great questions! It was an honor. I had some friends, classmates and former teachers in the audience, it was totally wonderful and heart warming.
I talked to the audience about a lot of things, one of which was how my college was very supportive in helping me become who I needed to be. This was in terms of the school’s tone and philosophy, and the wonderful teachers I had. You can’t force learning on someone, they have to find it. Guide them, encourage and listen; and that’s what I got. I feel really lucky.
It’s not unlike me guiding my left hand, encouraging it and supporting it. I had felt sorry for my left hand after I broke my right arm, thinking that my left hand may have felt negleted all these years. I gave it some love and attention, and got some great drawings from it. I need to go back and do that again!
Hope you are enjoying your Saturday! I really appreciate you being here.
(Trump is really losing it, more tomorrow)
Liza, right handed or left handed, your humorous insights shine through. Thanks for a touch of lightness during these anxious days awaiting our hope of crowning Kamala.
The left hand series is profoundly hilarious