I was cleaning the studio and came across a giant sketchbook filled with nothing but hands. When I was in college, I had a figure drawing teacher we called "Porky" who found great pleasure working the class to the bone. Nothing ever pleased her, and she was convinced that if we did a Death March of Drawing we would become true artists. One of her homework assignments was to draw 100 hands in one week. These are four of the 100. I don't know if it made me a true artist, but I know I never had a boss as tough as that teacher.
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