Let's start by acknowledging that I was working in a coffee shop, which tends to impose a certain pressure and competitive atmosphere on whatever you're doing. Even if nobody actually notices you sitting there, there's this lingering feeling that people are watching and silently judging. However, if you're there with a sketchbook and pencils taking up the whole table, those judgmental stares intensify. There's this pressure to produce something impressive, beautiful, or even a masterpiece.

Now that I've set the scene, there I was... sitting with that empty, blank page, doom-scrolling through Pinterest in search of inspiration. Feeling the weight of expectation, I'd make a few marks and erase them repeatedly until it struck me: nobody can judge what you do with your non-dominant hand. So, I began learning how to hold my pencil with my left hand and doodled away. I'm not sure if my brain was solely focused on not dropping the pencil or attempting to draw a straight line, but the pressure of the coffee shop seemed to vanish. There were no constraints, and the appearance of my drawings didn't matter because... it's my left hand.

But something even more incredible happened. Those scribbly doodles turned out amazing. They possessed a kind of magic and spontaneity that I adored. They exuded a sense of freedom and expression that I had always wished my right-handed sketches had. All the drawings you see here are from my left hand. I discovered that the girls I was drawing, with their gaze averted, conveyed a sense of anticipation that drew me in. There was an effortless, free-flowing quality to them that captivated me. So, I assembled a small collection embodying that sensation. (In the gallery, you'll find a "Left-Handed Collection" where you can view more of these drawings.)

So, I'll leave you with this: feeling pressured? In public for all to see? Feeling Stiff or uninspired? Try drawing with your non-dominant hand and see what unfolds. You never know what might emerge from it.