Almost always my anatomy drawings are based on or inspired by an injury (my own or someone elses). It's almost a way of fetishizing my way to a cure. I started this drawing after my friend Art told me about his partial knee replacement and his wonderfully successful recovery and rehab. And then of course I started musing on my own injuries and my whacked out fibula. After an initial injury on the uneven pavement of Buenos Aires It whacked out more and more.
Like most things in life it got much better over time, after alarming every medical professional who looked at the mess it had become. I shrank back to my own resources after I was sent to a kindly oncologist who thought his services would not prove necessary (good news I thought). Self rehab is sometimes, but not always, the best medicine. Knowing when your private knee should become public is a tricky business.
I'm glad Art put his knee in custody. I'm glad I took mine back home.