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              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 studyat 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 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 law中國大媽n 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 closin同城g 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 no no no."

              Finally, Albert rose and wiped the tears from his cheeks. He glanced down the long table at the faces he loved, and then, holdi谷歌翻譯ng 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 has 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."

              Mor奔馳s級e than 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen and 懲罰者2silver-point sketches, watercolors, charcoals, woodcuts, and copper engravings hang in every great museum, 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 wel餘罪l 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 look. Let it be your reminder, if you still need one, that no one -no one ever makes it alone!

              德國藝術大師Albrecht Durer有一幅名畫“祈禱之手”,這幅畫的背後有一則愛與犧牲的故事




              星期日早上做完禮拜,他們擲瞭銅板,結果,弟弟Albrecht Durer勝出,去瞭紐倫堡藝術學院。哥哥Albert則去瞭危險的礦場工作,四年來一直為弟弟提供經濟支持。Albrecht在藝術學院表現很突出,他的油畫簡直比教授的還要好。到畢業時,他的作品已經能賺不少錢瞭。




              四百五十多年過去瞭,Albrecht Durer有成千上百部的傑作流傳下來,他的速寫、素描、水彩畫、木刻、銅刻等可以在世界各地博物館找到;然而,大多數人最為熟悉的,卻是其中的一件作品。也許,你的傢裡或者辦公室裡就懸掛著一件它的復制品。

              為瞭補償哥哥所做的犧牲,表達對哥哥的敬意,一天,Albrecht Durer下瞭很大的工夫把哥哥合起的粗糙的雙手刻瞭下來。他把這幅偉大的作品簡單地稱為“雙手”,然而,全世界的人都立刻敞開心扉,瞻仰這幅傑作,把這幅愛的作品重新命名為“祈禱之手”。




              About ten years ago when I was an undergraduate in college, I was working as an intern at my University’s Museum of Natural History. One day while working at the cash register in the gift shop, I saw an elderly couple come in with a little girl in a wheelchair.

              As I looked closer at this girl, I saw that she竹夫人在線觀看完整版電影 was kind of perched on her chair. I then realized she had no arms or legs, just a head, neck and torso. She was wearing a little white dress with red polka dots.

              As the couple wheeled her up to me I was looking down at the register. I turned my head toward the girl and gave her a wink. As I took the money from her grandparents, I looked back at the girl, who was giving me the cutest, largest smile I have ever seen. All of a sudden her handicap was gone and all I saw was this beautiful girl, whose smile just melted me and almost instantly gave me a completely new sense of what life is all about. She took me from a poor, unhappy college student and brought me into her world; a world of smiles, love and warmth.

              That was ten years ago. I’m a successful business person now and whenever I get down and think about the troubles of the world, I think about that little girl and the remarkable lesson about life that she taught me.