My Husband's Art

Some of you know that my husband suffered a rather unfortunate injury to his left hand this summer, a tendon/ligament-slicing series of cuts that necessitated surgery, patience, and healing calm.  Somehow or other, though, with elbows standing in for fingers, and a clunky cast weighing down the Option key (this, at least, is how I imagine things), he's been back in his studio, telling whole stories with a single frame of digital art.  I'm rarely privy to Bill's process or his results, and this image, too, he cautions, is not nearly done.  But I love it, and I have gained his approval to share it on this blog, and so I do, with a simple title:  My Husband's Art.