Oct. 24. Evening. Just came back from the hospital, broken drawing arm… so switched to the right arm and continued drawing on…
evening drawing with my right arm for a change
Text and drawing by Frits Ahlefeldt
“Your arm is broken” the nurse told me.
I’d waited all day hoping it would be o.k. Now I stood outside the hospital with my new plaster arm, I have four weeks to get to know my right arm better. I tried to unlock the bike I fell from yesterday using both arms.
Tomorrow morning I have my next drawing job… It was dark and almost raining… Looked at the arm and still wet plaster. “Don’t use your arm before the plaster dries” the nurse said.
If I started walking now, maybe I could make it back to my studio before the rain started…
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