I tried writing out notes, but I could type while thinking of something else entirely, so I never actually learned any of it. In the end I fell back on doing something I enjoyed, and telling myself it counted as study. I started doing freehand medical illustrations so that I could remember things. Because when you're trying to work out where the insertion point of the brachioradialis muscle is, you remember it much more clearly when you've painstakingly drawn it in a corner of your notebook.
We were stashing the Elfling's grown up birthday presents down stairs when I stumbled over my box of textbooks, and on top was the ringbound folder I'd put together of my anatomy notes and illustrations; it was a nice twist of fate, because I've been drawing a lot lately, and composing art in my brain, and it's following an anatomical theme. It started in GoMA when I randomly freehand drew a heart from memory on the back of a postcard, and it's sort of spiralled from there. But here are some procrastinatory efforts by an 18 year old Jenn. I wish I'd paid more heed to fine arts.