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This is for me
I love this story.

I am actually making a copy and doing a copy of the painting for my folks for a thank you.


Don't tell!

Praying Hands

Back in the fifteenth century, in a tiny village near
Nuremberg, lived a family with eighteen children. Eighteen!
In order merely to keep food on the table for this mob, the
father and head of the household, a goldsmith by profession,
worked almost eighteen hours a day at his trade and any
other paying chore he could find in the neighborhood.
Despite their seemingly hopeless condition, two of Albrecht
Durer the Elder's children had a dream. They both wanted to
pursue their talent for art, but they knew full well that
their father would never be financially able to send either
of them to Nuremberg to study at the Academy.

After many long discussions at night in their crowded bed,
the two boys finally worked out a pact. They would toss a
coin. The loser would go down into the nearby mines and,
with his earnings, support his brother while he attended the
academy. Then, when that brother who won the toss completed
his studies, in four years, he would support the other
brother at the academy, either with sales of his artwork
or, if necessary, also by laboring in the mines.

They tossed a coin on a Sunday morning after church.
Albrecht Durer won the toss and went off to Nuremberg.
Albert went down into the dangerous mines and, for the next
four years, financed his brother, whose work at the academy
was almost an immediate sensation. Albrecht's etchings, his
woodcuts, and his oils were far better than those of most
of his professors, and by the time he graduated, he was
beginning to earn considerable fees for his commissioned

When the young artist returned to his village, the Durer
family held a festive dinner on their lawn to celebrate
Albrecht's triumphant homecoming. After a long and
memorable meal, punctuated with music and laughter, Albrecht
rose from his honored position at the head of the table to
drink a toast to his beloved brother for the years of
sacrifice that had enabled Albrecht to fulfill his ambition.
His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of
mine, now it is your turn. Now you can go to Nuremberg to
pursue your dream, and I will take care of you."

All heads turned in eager expectation to the far end of the
table where Albert sat, tears streaming down his pale face,
shaking his lowered head from side to side while he sobbed
and repeated, over and over, "No ...no ...no ...no."

Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks.
He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and
then, holding his hands close to his right cheek, he said
softly, "No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too
late for me. Look ... look what four years in the mines
have done to my hands! The bones in every finger have been
smashed at least once, and lately I have been suffering
from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot even
hold a glass to return your toast, much less make delicate
lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or a brush. No,
brother ... for me it is too late."

More than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's
hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and silver-point
sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper
engravings hang in every great museum in the world, but the
odds are great that you, like most people, are familiar
with only one of Albrecht Durer's works. More than merely
being familiar with it, you very well may have a
reproduction hanging in your home or office.

One day, to pay homage to Albert for all that he had
sacrificed, Albrecht Durer painstakingly drew his brother's
abused hands with palms together and thin fingers stretched
skyward. He called his powerful drawing simply "Hands," but
the entire world almost immediately opened their hearts to
his great masterpiece and renamed his tribute of love "The
Praying Hands."

The next time you see a copy of that touching creation,
take a second look. Let it be your reminder, if you still
need one, that no one - no one - ever makes it alone!

- Source Unknown

I hope everyone is well

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lordrexfear From: lordrexfear Date: August 25th, 2002 12:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
>looks up Barron in the Maryland phone book<

Just kidding...

That's really cool, Lys, seriously. I'll call you soon, so maybe if we're both free and up to it we can hang Monday :)
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moowazz From: moowazz Date: August 25th, 2002 05:24 pm (UTC) (Link)


That's actually better than the one I found, clearer and bigger.

I just downloaded all the songs.

Once I get my juices flowing and actually have time, and you do too, we should get together again.

I hope to see you tuesday.

I hope you are well

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