Valentine's Day

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The blue drawing of my left hand was done when I was fifteen. I drew what I saw back then and used myself as a model. What I didn't realize is that I had been doing it since I could pick up a crayon. The other drawing, recently unearthed, was made when I was four years old and its odd perspective makes me think of how foreshortening looks, but I know for certain that I was unable to understand, let alone execute, concepts like that until at least the third grade.




This being Valentine's Day, I should have saved the hearts from last week to post today, but alas. All you get is hands. Hands and Hearts.