So, it’s been ages since I posted my drawing work in here last time.

Likewise last one, a pair of hands became the theme again.

Honestly, my hands have been annoying me for ages, literally for ages. I got lost what to do with them to deal with. I am not that innocent to dream about my hands that will get silky smooth skin by taking steroid ointment/ tablet.  I am not (yet) selling my soul for it.  I used to get angry but have no idea as to where I could throw it. I thought of myself a worthless due to my hands which I could not do one little things well because my swollen hands and fingers do not work, and I spent twice as long as my family and my friends.

And, their appearance are far to those that could have been ‘beautiful’.

It’s quite recently that I started facing my hands and its condition and accept them in true meaning.

They are assertive. They express their anger, sorrow, peace, denial, and on top of them, their pride. They are telling me something by worsening their derma condition (or vice versa), and I finally surrender and accept (or give up) my hands and their state, because my hands raise riot as a result mirroring me in my (sub) conscious mind, what I feel, am I happy or sad so on.

So with my respect and love, I drew this.

Thank you for stopping by.