일반 기도하는 손 (The Praying Hands....by Albrecht Durer)..작품의 유래

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"The Praying Hands"?그림은

Albrecht Durer가 아래의 내용에 대한 영감을 얻어 그린 작품으로

다음과 같은 유래가 전해 내려오나?근거는 밝혀져 있지 않다고?함.

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독일의 Nuremberg근처 조그만 마을에

Albrecht Durer라는 젊은이가 무려 18명이라는 대식구와 함께 살고 있었고

먹고 살기도 힘들어 하루 18시간을 일해서 식구들의 끼니를 해결했다.

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희망이 거의 없는 이 가족에 Albrecht Durer와 그의 형 Albert는 꿈을 갖고 있었다.

(* 한국 Version에는 Albrecht Durer와 그의 친구로 나오며

?? 유럽 및 미국 Version에는 가족으로 나옴)

그들은 모두 그림에 탁월한 재능이 있었으며

둘 중 한 명이 먼저 학교에 가서?미술공부를 하고

그 동안?다른 한 명은 돈을 벌어 학비를 대고 나중에 공부를 마치면

그 다음에 서로의 임무를 바꾸는 것으로 의견이 이루어 졌다.

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결국 Albrecht Durer가 먼저 공부하는 것으로 정해졌고

4년 동안 형 Albert는 광산일을 하여 열심히?학비를 보탰고

동생인 Albrecht Durer은 열심히 공부해서 성공할 수 있었다.

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그의 성공을 축하하는 식사 자리에서

Albrecht Durer은 형 Albert에게

지난번 약속한대로 이젠 내가 학비를 마련 할테니

형이 미술 공부를 하러 Nuremberg로 가라고 했다.

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형 Albert는 고개를 떨구고 눈물을 흘리며 "아니야...아니야"를 반복했다

"나는 Nuremberg로 갈수 없어, 이젠 너무 늦었어,

4년동안 광산에서 일한 댓가로 손마디가 상했고

최근에는 손목 관절로 제대로 물건을 집을 수가 없어.

심지어는 너를 위한 축배의 잔을 드는 것 조차 어려워서 안돼...

섬세한 터치가 필요한 그림 그리는 일은 안돼...

이젠 너무 늦었어"

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Albrecht Durer는 형 Albert의 가늘어지고 약해진 두 손을 그렸다.

자신을 위해 희생한 저 두손을 위해...

나를 위한 두손을 모은 기도가 있었기에?오늘의 나의 성공이 있었다고 믿으며

기도드리는 모습의 손을 그렸다고 전해짐...

처음에는 그냥 "Hands"라고만 불렀으나.

곧 그의 이 작품이 세상 사람들의 심금을 울린 아름다운 걸작이 되어?

?"The Praying Hands."로 명명지어져 현재에 이른다.

아무도 혼자서 이룰수는 없다...

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아래는 이야기 원본 입니다.

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* 5월 21일이?Albrecht Durer의 생일이라 기념하는 뜻에서 올렸습니다.

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~Source Unknown~

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 big family, 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 neighbourhood.?

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 labouring 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 honoured 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 fulfil?his ambition. His closing words were, "And now, Albert, blessed brother of mine, now it is yourturn. 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, 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 450 years have passed. By now, Albrecht Durer's hundreds of masterful portraits, pen?and silver point sketches, water-colours, 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 look. Let it be your?reminder, if you still need one, that?no one - no one - - ever makes it alone!