Reflection. . . . .

After reflecting over the past two weeks after braking my wrist I feel I am questioning. . . . . . . . .

I feel that by using the wrong hand I feel in some sense that i need to almost relearn things such as how to hold the pen, how to draw and for it to learn all the things which the other hand would normally do.

I am finding that I feel more vulnerable and questioning "why"

I feel I do this anyway but it is more apparent than usual maybe because I feel as if I have a giant egg timer haunting me, stalking me, that I should make and do more.

But I worry . . . . . . .
I worry if my work would be appreciated or even understood, but then my work is personal, ideas come from personal experience; jouneys; so "why" does this matter?

"Why" don't I just make a decision? This is what I am going to do; this is Why and this is how and when!

I think in reflection my "Wrong Hand" sketch books are key to me understanding "why"

The sketchbooks Contain my vulnerability in a way that shows truth and reality in a child like manner, yet it is an outcome of something which has the potential to become things as well.

The Fact that people appreciate the "wrong hand" work without fully understanding it makes me think that i worry far to much about creating and doing.
I think I need to work out a way to tell myself what to do. I don't mean this in the way of working to a brief.
I feel I need to work out what it is that's important to me, for the way I work and why then from this I can work out a selection criteria.

So I am going to take some time to list and map these things again.