The Hand of Art Touches a Million Generations

Annalise stood before Botticelli's painting Venus and Mars. All the while she thought to herself, "Their hands are overly languid." Leaving her with the impression of finality.

No two hands are like. Our hands never approach or leave a task the same way. Our hands are the tools of art; both in and out. As Annalise stared at the hands of Venus and at the hands of Mars she fell into and absorbed trance. "Why are they so indifferent to themselves and to each other?" Her thoughts were not casual nor were they meant to be intellectual. Her astute observation created an inner vacancy, wrapped in melancholy. Thoughts merged. Annalise realized Botticelli had much more to say with those renditions of their hands, than the original intent of showing their post-coital bliss. Again she thought, "I see a story in their hands and I don't quite know how to best interpret that story."

Human hands have their own language, guided by our brains; bringing forth creative thoughts into a chosen medium. Perhaps one of the most hand centric devices, which was created by; and performed on; is the piano. Invariably the perception of all beauty that melds with the senses, can and does owe much to the hands of its creator.

Annalise often visited the National Gallery in London. Thinking to herself: "I wonder why I am always drawn to this painting and their hands." She never was quite able to draw any meaningful conclusions. She often thought…

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