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The item is famous, called "the praying hands", behind which
filled with love and sacrifice
In fact, each person have a pair, double or more the hands, we
should bear in mind. Loving mother gradually cream white hair,
old father gradually rickets the trunk, beloved wife on the cheek
by wrinkles and more and we did not see the praying hand for
us.
Specification:
Condition: New
Material: Clay
Size:Approx.4.3
"x3.2" x2"inches (*1cm*8cm*5cm)
Origin: China
The Story Behind the Picture
The true story behind a well-known piece of art
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 works.
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 ***** ***** *****."
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 **0 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 ***** you need one, let it be your reminder!
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