The other foot.

I can’t think of the foot without thinking of the hand.  They reflect each other, inform each other.  And I can be clumsy with both sets of appendages.  It feels so great when they feed each other: downward dog, L-shaped handstand.

Sketchblog: DayBooks.

7 x 14 in.; watercolor, ink, whatever on paper.

Born to box?
Bells Palsy