Several Years ago I had a motorbike accident. It was not very serious. I got some bruises and scratches. Nothing really serious though.
Soon I realized that I didn’t feel my hand well and that I didn’t have any strength. I was often unable to grab things such as pencils and paintbrushes and usually dropped them.
It was a very strange and uncomfortable. No one knows how important health is until it is lost.
I had to recover my hand and I came up with the thing that would work best: painting, painting and painting.
Because of my lack of strength I was unable to draw a straight line. It was so tiring. But at last I recovered the strength and the sensitivity.
Nowadays, my hand goes on being a clumsy hand, but at least I have been able to paint the gallery you know.
I call it “the silly hand”. Always bruised, scratched and burnt(because of cooking)
It is very clumsy but it is my hand. MY CLUMSY RIGHT HAND.


You can see too(as the artists you are) the beauty and importance of hands:



Miembro de , my son
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