Painted hand
When I was in college, I used to attend a reading group called Phantastes every Wednesday night. Since it started at nine and often went to 12 or 12:30, I would take my sketch books and paints along.
Without a place to truly mix colors one night, I tentatively used my other hand. I soon began to use it for my palette almost exclusively. The control it offers is marvelous. Of course I only do so with non-toxic water colors.
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