These were the first drawings I did with my feet.
For the last two weeks or so, both my hands have been hurting as a result of drawing. They were not just sore. The pain felt a little deeper than that. My physiotherapist told me that I must rest my hands, at the very least, outside of work. I am not suppose to draw, write or type (but I still at least write and type a bit because they are so integral to my thought process).
When I first drew with my feet, I felt a bit of anger inside me. I wasn’t sure why. After thinking about it for some time, I think I drew with my feet instead of not going to life drawing because I wanted to reclaim agency over my body. My anger was in reaction to the limitation my body has put on me. I wanted to refuse to be contained by it.
It was really difficult at first. Definitely more difficult when I first drew with my right hand. But I sense it’s possible. The more I drew with my feet, the more I felt I was gaining control and range of movement over my feet. I think it will take a looong time for me to be able to become comfortable with them, to have smooth, confident, and decisive lines. The idea of being able to draw just as well with my feet as my hands seem incredibly daunting and I am not sure if I want to put the effort into achieving it yet. Especially since I have to switch back and forth between my feet because my hips would start hurting if I stay on one side for too long.
For now I am going to treat them as experimentation.