Adventures in drawing with my off hand, and rediscovering what it was like to draw when I was five. I have tried this a few times in the past, but was never able to keep it up, so I wasn’t starting from completely square one, but there was still a massive skill gap. Also seemed to have regained the creativity and bravery of drawing when I was five, because I wasn’t expecting any of it to look good, so eventually I was pleasantly surprised.

First week, not bad.

Second week, got worse.

Third week, some ugly, some swirly. You can really see the trouble I had drawing a face, but I felt proud for trying.

Fourth week, got more ambitious and knotty.

Fifth week, got even more ambitious with some roses and attempted another person, awkwardly.

Coming next, part 3: I draw that crazy hand above with the swirlies.