I had a very strange experience in relation to this book. The story is a bit round-about, however. I did a fair amount of art when I was a child, but it was very discouraged by my family. As an adult, I have tried to continue learning how to draw on several occasions, but never got very far. Recently, I tried again and was using Betty Edward's book, "Drawing On The Artist Within"; that book recommends writing with your left hand. I tried it and found I not only liked it, but that I harboured a hitherto unknown hatred for my right hand. I realized that the only way I would learn to draw without it being a horrible, agonizing process would be to draw with my left hand, which I seem to have much more sympathy for and patience with. ANYWAY, having discovered that, I then recently noticed that, on my bookshelves, there sat "The Power of Your Other Hand". Apparently, I bought this book 20 years ago and never read it. Talk about synchronicity...guess I really WAS meant to read this book. (Having now actually read it, I can say that it wasn't as much of a revelation as I hoped, in that much of the book turned out to be on familiar concepts - but there are people to whom it will all be new and,hence,an amazing discovery.)