I always thought my hands were homely with all those veins showing, wrinkly knuckles and uneven fingernails. They were never the long slender hands and fingernails of the pretty girls.
An aside: My mother told me at fourteen that while I would never be a beautiful swan, I would always be a very pretty duck. While that sounds terrible, and at 14 it did, she also told me something else that would turn out to be true. "You have the kind of looks that will stay. You will be more beautiful when you are older than all the other girls your age." She was right. Nobody ever thinks I'm as old as I am.
My hands, however, look my age, although I don't think we know what old hands ought to look like.
When I hold my hands up, the blood runs down, and the veins in my hands aren't so prominent.
Years ago I was talking about my ugly hands to a girlfriend. "I think your hands are beautiful," she told me. "I think they have character."
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| One of my contour drawings from 1973 |
I made an interesting discovery. Most people had boring hands. I stopped caring about what my hands looked like, except when I drew them.
After finding that drawing of my hand (above) from 1973, I wondered if I could recreate the way I held my hand in that drawing 45 years ago. I guess yes, and it proves that it really was MY hand.
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| Lynne Tyler, Self Portrait, 1987, Contour drawing. |
We think about our hands as doing the tasks we do, but it's really our brain telling them what to do.
Hands are simply tools.




