Just came home from jin shin. The world outside the windows is white, like I'm floating inside a cloud. I love that.
I always thought it was cool that I'm an artist instead of, say, a ballerina or any other discipline with a curtailed career-span. I wondered how a person could bear not being able to do whatever s/he'd trained for.
Since then I've had to deal with not being able to use my right hand. I've always tended towards ambidexterity without actually being ambidextrous (I know lots of people who don't really use their off hand for anything much) -- perhaps because riding requires using entire body. I am glad I can use the computer to make my artwork now, and everything I make, I make with my left hand. I also keyboard with my left hand, which is much slower than a proper two-handed method. It means I don't function very well in places where lots of people are kb-ing ideas rapidly, and responding to the ideas of others as soon as they read them, like the Thinkers group in Second Life. Thinkers ponder many interesting ideas, but the time I went my words (should've been a Listener not a Thinker) came out far after the words that had prompted me to respond, so it looked like I was saying something (and I was vastly simplifying anyway in the interest of speed) about the words just above my words.
DIGRESSION: What movie was that (The Boy With the Green Hair?) in which someone answered questions before they were asked, or something -- out of sync, anyway.
There's a small group of artists who have had to deal with the unexpected loss of the particular ability they need to do their chosen artform, requiring them to change and adapt and keep on making art. I seem to belong to that group.
All this is leading up to one thing: It's Beethoven's birthday.
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