Yes, I sometimes do joke about being “switched at birth”, but not in the way people usually use that term. And for me, the “switch” came a bit later. If you’ve been following me here and have read the post about “making my mark“, you already know what I’m talking about. If not, I’ll give a quick explanation. As a child, I was “switched” from using my left hand to using my right.
I’m guessing that this switching process started the first time I reached for a toy and my concerned grandfather noticed which hand I was using. Being a product of another time, he truly believed that being left-handed was a sign of something very bad. I would, he explained, grow up to become a criminal and would spend my life in jail if I kept using my left hand. I know how crazy that sounds today, but he truly believed this.
The end result was that I do write with my right hand. Consequently when I began learning to draw, I picked up a pencil and drew with my right hand. But from time to time, I do switch and draw a few things with my left. The same with painting.
Dawn, from Brush of Dawn Oil Paintings recently asked me if I might switch over and start painting entirely with my left hand now. Vicki Hutchins asked the same thing. I do think my brain is too muddled between right and left to make a permanent switch, but at the same time I know it does feel comfortable to hold a brush in my left hand. So I’ll just keep going on as I have, back and forth, painting right-handed one day, left-handed the next.
For what it’s worth, here is one of my “southpaw” paintings:
So, will I be painting left-handed? Yes. Will I be painting right-handed? Yes. It depends on what I’m working on, how I’m feeling, and what medium I’m using.
I’m curious now, though. Are there any other artists out there reading this blog whose experiences are similar to mine? Does anyone else switch back and forth? Who are the “southpaws” among us?