The second time I attempted to draw was a much more serious attempt. By this stage, my occupational therapist had made me a splint allowing me to hold a pencil more easily in my hand. It was quite a basic splint, made from a type of plastic that could be moulded with hot water to fit around my thumb and forefinger, with a little tubular section to hold the pencil. I was also able to use my wheelchair lap table as a drawing board.
This is a copy of a farmhouse I did, which my grandfather had done in the First World War and of which I had always been rather fond. It turned out to be quite challenging with the number of straight parallel lines involved, but despite this, I was pleased with the outcome. I could draw again.
August 2017