This is a view from over the back of my chair. The distortion of the camera doesn't do it justice, but I've got everything at my fingertips. My Wacom tablet is on a table to my right so I can still rest my arm while using the stylus on the table. I can't use it for very long because it fatigues my bicep muscle and then I can't lift my right arm. I put this under "Work in Progress:" because that's what I am... a work in progress. It was a devastating blow to contract this disease. At first I tried to fight it and engage in physical activities thinking I just needed to build some strength. But, every time I'd do that, I'd get sicker. After overcoming the denial stage, I decided I have to work with it. It's part of me, but it doesn't mean it has to destroy me. Stress (mental, physical and emotional) aggravates my symptoms. While when my symptoms get bad due to stress, about the only thing I can do is go to bed and rest, my artwork is an outlet that reduces stress. I've been asked by friends why I don't sell my work. I laugh and explain that the stress of trying to sell my work would only backfire. (I was in business for nearly 20 years as a professional photographer -- on of the most stressful jobs I've ever done, and I used to have responsibility for a very large TCP/IP network spanning the entire USA.) I guess some people don't understand the stress involved in meeting a client's needs and requests. So, I do it as therapy. No commitments (commitments=stress).