we all have our crutches, comfort zones, and security blankets. artistically speaking, my personal safe place remains a constant. the first thing I learned to draw (relatively) well were hands. I believe that's common, and right up there with the beloved eyeball. the visible part, anyhow. repeatedly recreating an object that feels safe has its plus sides. it's where an artistic identity can be formed, a line style developed. a way to keep your hand moving with the familiar, and allowing something new to creep in. flaws recognized, and embraced or discarded. example: that pinky totally blows.