I write stories about orphans and abused kids. So, making illustrations is something useful to do. Arthritis in my hands, however, puts a limit on everything. Even how much typing I can do.
These are made with shortcuts, tracing photographs I like, and coloring with digital brushes that can go outside the lines and easily get cleaned up later.
Occasionally using digital tools allows some very subtle detail work in spite of arthritic fingers.
Some very old pictures can become new art. But here I forgot how many legs women are supposed to have. It isn’t just my hands that are getting old. I didn’t see it until after I transferred it to the finished picture file. I should’ve saved each layer as I went.
Catch a Falling Star 