I gave my wrong hand 45 minutes to do this – that’s how much time was left until the sun would be too low on the horizon for me to be in the park. That fat black charcoal was the tool already in the toolbox so I just went with it and didn’t bother to readjust the size downward. There was no time for fancy funny business (I don’t consider working in layers as doing fancy stuff – just business as usual) and I didn’t notice the certain lopsided-ness until I got home. Oh well. It’s perplexing me how easy these other hand drawings are to do this month. In the beginning the correct hand would try to get hold of the stylus. I had to keep beating it back. Now it just lays (lies?) submissively in my lap hoping to get an invitation. **
ArtRage app, Pogo Sketch stylus.