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A subject’s hands are the make–up artist’s nightmare. But a subject’s hands are the artist’s delight. All the lines, scars or arthritic bumps are a road map of our lives. The smooth or rough of the skin indicates a life of labor or leisure (or, at least, cerebral tasks). The gesticulations of the hands, captured by the alert and sensitive artist, can often articulate so much more than mere words.
“Now join your hands, and with your hands your hearts.”
– William Shakespeare
“Happiness always looks small while you hold it in your hands, but let it go, and you learn at once how big and precious it is.”
– Maxim Gorky
“A man paints with his brains and not with his hands.”
– Michelangelo Buonarroti
“Yet such is oft the course of deeds that move the wheels of the world: small hands do them becuase they must, while the eyes of the great are elsewhere.”
– J. R. R Tolkien, Elrond from The Lord of the Rings
New HelloI wrote this when I thought I'd be leaving for a much longer time because at the same time I needed a break and I was too scared to show my face to anyone
They weren't kidding when they said the first attempt usually never succeeds.
But I must say, I've never been so selfish in my entire life. And I sincerely apologize for putting each and every one of you through so much pain, especially, Felix and Tyler. Although, after such an experience, I've learned so much, and most importantly, who cares and who doesn't. And what I didn't appreciate the most, was the fact that people only began caving in when I revealed the fact that I was completely and utterly willing to try. Especially people like Fire, And Catz, who of which have left me behind as well. Some of you only began to care when you thought I was dead, and I know who genuinely cared and who didn't. Have you ever just stopped and thought about what you're doing to a person? Some of you have caused this depression