I rather like your disembodied hands moving about as you talk and I have liked it since I began watching your lessons. I can’t see your face, after all, so I get to “see” you through your hands. Rather the same thing, isn’t it?!
I think it's not the same, but just as effective ;) ONe of my biggest pet peeves of art tutorials is when they stop showing what's happening on th epage and break to show a distant shot of the artist, or a hot of their face. Drive me crazy with my Craftsy videos. NO ONE CARES! Show the art process. ;)
I love your response to the disembodied hands comment...bit of a head-scratcher, that, how to showcase stationery without one’s hands 😉.
I’ve spent a lifetime working outdoors and have the hands to prove it. I used to be ashamed of them and even now I occasionally get embarrassed by their wrinkles and knobby joints but mostly I marvel at what they’ve accomplished.
One of my most favourite things nowadays is having paint or ink stains on my fingers. They’re starting to hurt now, and lose a bit of dexterity as arthritis sets in and even that’s a welcome reminder of how hard they’ve worked and how well....and for that, I’m grateful.
I bet I would find your hands beautiful. We can change the narrative about beauty :) Beauty is truth and what is real. Pretty is something else entirely, and it's not that interesting. xo thank you, Melanie.
Ha! Your description of that farmer's hands reminds me of that wonderful stop on the bus trip years ago. That was such a beautiful farm. Those big plow horses, those clean, well-kept barns. That was a good day... I miss those trips.
That is exactly who I was thinking about :) I miss tohse trips, too. Sadly all the ugly and angry political signs have ruined the beauty. Thanks, Debbie.
Love the hands piece. They do tell a lot, a whole story about what people do with them. I sorta tatooed my left hand (well the pointer) just trying to push an ink converter into a Lamy fountain pen, suddenly my EF nib was stuck deep into my knuckle… First it really hurt, then I had a hard time plucking it out, then I got cramps under cold water trying to close the hole the nib had made… Finally I thought the black stain would go away with time. It didn't. Platinum Carbon Ink. For EVER.
Well, not my first accident, the last to this day, but others are coming for sure…
I roared out loud at the sarcastic answer 😂😂😂 (what a deeply stupid and unnecessary comment that person made… I mean we often talk too fast, emotions overriding reason, but to write it! Seems neurons are sometimes scarce, and kindness probably thrown with respect down the toilets…)
I have a tattoo received just like yours! From a technical pen when I was maybe 18. I kinda treasure it 😂 as I am not brave enough or decisive enough to get tattoos otherwise. Thank you, Agnès xo
“One of the most beautiful pair of hands I have known belong to my mother. …”. Oh, this line got me. My last picture of my mother were her hands. They were beginning to look like my grandmother’s. Her spirit was like spring-generous, green, abundant. She was appropriately born in April. On her last birthday I recited a poem to her by EE Cummings “It’s Spring”. It’s a poem that is meant to be read aloud, rather than silently. At first, she didn’t understand why I was reading this poem to her, but I told her ….”because it is you Lucy light.” These are the lines that most remind me of her
“……when more than was lost has been found
And having is giving and giving is living…..
It’s spring( all our night becomes day),oh it’s spring!
All the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky……”
Happy birthday month to your beautiful mama, always in your heart and mind. I love this poem, too. I love cummings all around. Sending you a warm hug, Kathy. Thank you. ❤️🩹
Oh my, every time I read this essay, it brings tears to my eyes. My hands show now the years of accomplishment, and I am proud of them. With my present job, I always have lots of cuts and scraps, goes with the territory of filing away thousands of papers for a very busy car dealership, which I love working for. I cherish my hands, they are fine tools.
Velasquez was vain about his hands. In many paintings, he featured them, and often they were the subject of studies. He would push his hands to the front of a painting, skewing their proportions.
kateri - another home run with your thoughtful hands analysis. as much as i always longed for massive hams extending beyond my wrists, alas, god instead favored me with short, stubby digits that are (or were) comparatively strong, this according to a chiro. who had a hand strength gizmo. Arthritis rules the day now, but at least it's not the rheumatoid variety which gnarls them . P.S: i can just smell that fragrant marigold u took a photo of. (I) planted one as a sapling years ago in my NJ front yard and its gotten BIG (but the mess those gigantic leaves and cones make when they fall to the yard....
We do the best with what we have, right? And do you mean magnolia? I love them so much. Especially the seed pods. My favourite part of the plant! Thanks, Charles :)
I do love the opening of Spring! All the marvel of noticing, as though for the first time. And yet again, so familiar and joyful that expectation.
Your Mom’s hands, your hands busy with children. ❤️A beautiful writing Kateri!
“The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.”
My own hands are long and thin. My nails are always short and (being) cleaned! Back in the early seventies, I tried to grow them long and apply enamel, it was the think to do. And, it was impossible, a contradiction to my behavior. I was either digging in my garden, fixing my greasy bike chain or staining my fingers with ink. Thankfully, I gave up the glamour look quickly.
I love my hands. Now to stop and reflect on all they have done for me, honestly never failing me, is sort of awesome.
Despite the cuts and burns, through my years as a cook (some serious injuries) they are beautiful. Wrinkles, age spots, veins popping. I am still rocking my great grandmother’s diamond cocktail ring.🕊️
I love how you see your hands. You should write about them! Would love to see that cocktail ring! My fingers are too chubby for rings. Maybe when I am older, if I am lucky! Thank you, Judy xo
After I read your piece about hands and commented here, I’ve thought about hands all day and night!
Honestly as started reading your writing an image quickly popped into my mind. It’s a famous photo, a black & white image of a woman, from the depression era. Her hands are folded across her arms. At about age fifteen I recognized myself in her. It was through the hands.
Now, my favorite hands are the soft chubby ones of my toddler grandkids, as they so willingly hold onto mine. I savor the feeling each time.
Kateri your ability to open the readers mind and heart is a beautiful gift. Keep pressing the send button for us!
I rather like your disembodied hands moving about as you talk and I have liked it since I began watching your lessons. I can’t see your face, after all, so I get to “see” you through your hands. Rather the same thing, isn’t it?!
I think it's not the same, but just as effective ;) ONe of my biggest pet peeves of art tutorials is when they stop showing what's happening on th epage and break to show a distant shot of the artist, or a hot of their face. Drive me crazy with my Craftsy videos. NO ONE CARES! Show the art process. ;)
I love your response to the disembodied hands comment...bit of a head-scratcher, that, how to showcase stationery without one’s hands 😉.
I’ve spent a lifetime working outdoors and have the hands to prove it. I used to be ashamed of them and even now I occasionally get embarrassed by their wrinkles and knobby joints but mostly I marvel at what they’ve accomplished.
One of my most favourite things nowadays is having paint or ink stains on my fingers. They’re starting to hurt now, and lose a bit of dexterity as arthritis sets in and even that’s a welcome reminder of how hard they’ve worked and how well....and for that, I’m grateful.
I bet I would find your hands beautiful. We can change the narrative about beauty :) Beauty is truth and what is real. Pretty is something else entirely, and it's not that interesting. xo thank you, Melanie.
Ha! Your description of that farmer's hands reminds me of that wonderful stop on the bus trip years ago. That was such a beautiful farm. Those big plow horses, those clean, well-kept barns. That was a good day... I miss those trips.
Doug Berwanger—a great guy. And those magnificent horses.
That is exactly who I was thinking about :) I miss tohse trips, too. Sadly all the ugly and angry political signs have ruined the beauty. Thanks, Debbie.
Love the hands piece. They do tell a lot, a whole story about what people do with them. I sorta tatooed my left hand (well the pointer) just trying to push an ink converter into a Lamy fountain pen, suddenly my EF nib was stuck deep into my knuckle… First it really hurt, then I had a hard time plucking it out, then I got cramps under cold water trying to close the hole the nib had made… Finally I thought the black stain would go away with time. It didn't. Platinum Carbon Ink. For EVER.
Well, not my first accident, the last to this day, but others are coming for sure…
I roared out loud at the sarcastic answer 😂😂😂 (what a deeply stupid and unnecessary comment that person made… I mean we often talk too fast, emotions overriding reason, but to write it! Seems neurons are sometimes scarce, and kindness probably thrown with respect down the toilets…)
I have a tattoo received just like yours! From a technical pen when I was maybe 18. I kinda treasure it 😂 as I am not brave enough or decisive enough to get tattoos otherwise. Thank you, Agnès xo
“One of the most beautiful pair of hands I have known belong to my mother. …”. Oh, this line got me. My last picture of my mother were her hands. They were beginning to look like my grandmother’s. Her spirit was like spring-generous, green, abundant. She was appropriately born in April. On her last birthday I recited a poem to her by EE Cummings “It’s Spring”. It’s a poem that is meant to be read aloud, rather than silently. At first, she didn’t understand why I was reading this poem to her, but I told her ….”because it is you Lucy light.” These are the lines that most remind me of her
“……when more than was lost has been found
And having is giving and giving is living…..
It’s spring( all our night becomes day),oh it’s spring!
All the pretty birds dive to the heart of the sky……”
Happy birthday month to your beautiful mama, always in your heart and mind. I love this poem, too. I love cummings all around. Sending you a warm hug, Kathy. Thank you. ❤️🩹
Oh my, every time I read this essay, it brings tears to my eyes. My hands show now the years of accomplishment, and I am proud of them. With my present job, I always have lots of cuts and scraps, goes with the territory of filing away thousands of papers for a very busy car dealership, which I love working for. I cherish my hands, they are fine tools.
They surely are. I remember so clearly holding them and playing with your ring, in church. xoxo ❤️
Velasquez was vain about his hands. In many paintings, he featured them, and often they were the subject of studies. He would push his hands to the front of a painting, skewing their proportions.
I remember seeing some of these. Well, he did do remarkable things with them. Hand vanity. Who would ever imagine? Thank you, Chris xo
Soooo beautiful! Love this piece! ❤️
Thank you, Robyne xo
kateri - another home run with your thoughtful hands analysis. as much as i always longed for massive hams extending beyond my wrists, alas, god instead favored me with short, stubby digits that are (or were) comparatively strong, this according to a chiro. who had a hand strength gizmo. Arthritis rules the day now, but at least it's not the rheumatoid variety which gnarls them . P.S: i can just smell that fragrant marigold u took a photo of. (I) planted one as a sapling years ago in my NJ front yard and its gotten BIG (but the mess those gigantic leaves and cones make when they fall to the yard....
We do the best with what we have, right? And do you mean magnolia? I love them so much. Especially the seed pods. My favourite part of the plant! Thanks, Charles :)
yes, i meant magnolia. sorry about that. these faux pas seem to be happening more and more lately. so embarrassing
Not embarrassing, human. I do the same, more and more. Our brains, hearts and spirits are carrying a lot these days.
I do love the opening of Spring! All the marvel of noticing, as though for the first time. And yet again, so familiar and joyful that expectation.
Your Mom’s hands, your hands busy with children. ❤️A beautiful writing Kateri!
“The hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world.”
My own hands are long and thin. My nails are always short and (being) cleaned! Back in the early seventies, I tried to grow them long and apply enamel, it was the think to do. And, it was impossible, a contradiction to my behavior. I was either digging in my garden, fixing my greasy bike chain or staining my fingers with ink. Thankfully, I gave up the glamour look quickly.
I love my hands. Now to stop and reflect on all they have done for me, honestly never failing me, is sort of awesome.
Despite the cuts and burns, through my years as a cook (some serious injuries) they are beautiful. Wrinkles, age spots, veins popping. I am still rocking my great grandmother’s diamond cocktail ring.🕊️
I love how you see your hands. You should write about them! Would love to see that cocktail ring! My fingers are too chubby for rings. Maybe when I am older, if I am lucky! Thank you, Judy xo
After I read your piece about hands and commented here, I’ve thought about hands all day and night!
Honestly as started reading your writing an image quickly popped into my mind. It’s a famous photo, a black & white image of a woman, from the depression era. Her hands are folded across her arms. At about age fifteen I recognized myself in her. It was through the hands.
Now, my favorite hands are the soft chubby ones of my toddler grandkids, as they so willingly hold onto mine. I savor the feeling each time.
Kateri your ability to open the readers mind and heart is a beautiful gift. Keep pressing the send button for us!
🥰🙏🏼 thank you