apos As promised in my previous post, I present to you the results of an experiment: drawing wrong-handed. I am left-handed, and these drawings were done with my right-hand. Mostly I wanted to do these drawings because my brain is wont to wander off down dark corridors. Down one of those corridors lives the fear that my stronger left-hand will one day be mangled in an oil derrick, and I will be forced to learn how to use my right hand to do things, and will, in all likelihood, lose my career as someone who draws stuff. I’m heading off that fear, though, by trying to learn myself to draw right-handed. Take that, oil derricks of the world! Anyway: wrong-handed drawings of American League parks, fields, stadiums, coliseums, and centres.
Craig Robinson is not a Child, a God, a Pilgrim, a Rock, the Forest, the Resurrection, the Cosmos, the Law, or Damo Suzuki. Nor is he trying to break your heart. He does have a Web site, though. It's called Flip Flop Flyin'.