Drawing and painting hands can be one of the banes of an artist. Urgh, she says, as she works intently to make a hand that looks like a hand. Even drawing this very basic hand was challenging. The fingers, in relation to one another, folded over the palm. The palm, the wrist, the forearm. Not so easy as it might appear in this photo.
I find it interesting that an artist, who draws portraits or any aspect of the human figure, does a study of a particular feature if she wants to improve her craft. She could spend years, literally, and not have mastered the hand, the eye, the ear! An artist can decide to render certain features of the face or aspects of the body in an abstract way. And that’s acceptable too if it fits with the mood of a piece.
Or hands can disappear beneath a fold of fabric, into a pocket, overhead into the ethers or off the edge of the substrate, imagined. If need be, you can resort to collaging them in if you can make it work.
Really, though, an artist wants to gain some mastery of hands and that comes with making studies, giving them attention. At this time, that’s not what I want to give my attention to.
At any given time, we are called, as artists, to sort of follow our bliss or in these precarious times, to sense what the need is. Artists, poets, writers, musicians have a calling and that seems to be to tend to the times in which they live. Sometimes, they hold the conscience and the consciousness for their particular generation(s). In fact, we all do…but artists have a way of tapping into that which begs to be seen and heard.