I sketched my left hand after learning a few things about drawing negative space (seeing things as a flat outline) -- amazing how much that helps.
Now looking at my left hand, I reflect on a few of the things it has done for me in the last 49+ years:
- held my mother
- held my father
- helped me crawl
- pushed toys around on the ground
- petted cats
- played with dogs
- caught a ball
- helped steer a bicycle
- rolled newspapers
- made model airplanes and rockets
- held books open so my other hand could freely write
- opened doors
- held button holes open
- had the trust to hold a nail when my other hand held a hammer
- played a saxophone
- climbed over rocks
- moved me through water
- pointed at a bird
- focused a camera lens
- pulled out a thorn
- paddled a canoe
- held the reigns of a horse
- held other hands
- operated the clutch on a motorcycle
- moved pieces on a Monopoly board
- steered many cars, opened many windows
- stroked a cheek
- flew a plane
- stayed up all night waiting to type a paper for me
- learned how to rest peacefully on "asdf" keys
- held a bow steady
- rested my shoulders from the weight of a pack
- picked a flower, pulled a weed
- reached into a hive of bees
- danced to the music
- rubbed the sleep from my eyes
- pushed up my glasses
- pushed a cart
- carried groceries
- kneaded bread
- shot a pistol
- slapped a mosquito
- held vegetables while they were being chopped
- gathered wood for campfires
- climbed a rope
- scratched an itch
- paddled a kayak
- washed a car
- swung an ax
- lifted a shovel
- played a native flute
- gallantly tried to save the rest of me during a fall
- endured two surgeries to recovery
- held many, many, things steady so my right hand could do the other half of the work
- blocked the sun from my eyes
- rested peacefully while my other hand was sketching something...
Keep up the great job, my left hand. Glad to have you on the team!