Hands

Hands are the enemy of all artists. This is a known fact, and a terrible truth that I tend to ignore, because hands can be circles or blobs of any kind, in many cases. The suggestion of a hand, for me, is usually enough.

But still, I feel that crunch within me, that sense that really, it's all for nothing if I can't master the hand. I need, then, to practice drawing hands. I need to become a hand understander. I must do this.

So today I made a few hand sketches, looking at my own dear hands, and I willed myself to BE the hand. I can do this. I am the hand.

They are oddly complicated structures - they need to be just right, otherwise they turn into a repulsive mass (and we have all witnessed the tragic failure of AI image generation software in its attempts to craft human hands - very sad stuff).

But you know what, these are pretty good. I'm on my way to hand enlightenment. And I'm not showing you the hands I destroyed along the way.