Free-Handed

I’ve always been awful at drawing hands, so I’ve always avoided them at all costs. Seriously.

To stop being a hypocritical advocate for leaning into our discomforts, I chose to finally take my own advice. I sat down, studied my own hand, and spent the next ten hours challenging each decision I made seconds prior. When I was finally satisfied, I went to bed and picked it up for another four hours the next day. Retouching the hand to match various backgrounds. This one was my favorite.

The sense of accomplishment I felt overcoming this small feat overwhelmed me to my core, and really challenged the idea of my inner limit.

I think I’ll start doing this whole uncomfortable thing more often.