omg dont be ashamed at all!! Hands are generally tough to get used to, lots of artists struggle with it! so dont be ashamed i feel you.
and I actually have made a hand anatomy guide before in fact! If you want to get better at drawing hands I def recommend you learn the basic anatomy first. Please check out the ones I made, I try to make it simple and easy to understand:
There’s my guide to the anatomy, but here’s some more tips that I’ve noted to myself that I’d like to include
First off, I’d like to just note on the fingers: if you pay close attention to your own hand, you may notice the fingers are ever ever so slightly curved inward. It’s a very subtle detail, but I noticed that, despite how slight it is, it can make a hand look more lively, and less stiff.
Second, the “M” on the palm! Your hand moves in many ways, and because it does it creates creases in your hand. The most prominent creases appear to make an M shape; this is handy to remember for what I’m going to talk about next. (It also could be a “W” I guess, or to be more specific a “ )X( “; just think of it in whatever way helps you remember!)
SO now that you see the M, draw your hand as a basic blocked shape and add your details. As you do, you can see that the M divides the palm into four basic parts!
When the hand moves, parts A, B, or C of the palm, alone or in different combos, will create the general poses that the hands do normally. These parts are the parts that move, with D being stationary, no matter what!
Here’s a chart of all the possible combos. Once you have down what part of the hand moves for a certain pose, you can change up the fingers and tweak it a bit to do what you need to make it more specific!
This is simply my method of drawing hands. God knows there are hundreds of tutorials out there by other artists, but personally, this way helps me the best (after learning the anatomy first).
This way I can divide the hand and combine the parts in any such way I need!
Hands take a lot of effort to grapple, and you need to practice them a lot, especially foreshortening of the hand; that’s really something you need to learn through your own studies. Look at your own hands, draw hands from life, from magazines, shows, comics; just draw hands! You’ll eventually figure out a method that works best for you. So to get better at drawing hands; draw hands!! And don’t stress over it, have fun with it!
you’re not what you look like. you’re the music you listen to, the shows you watch, the art you make, the flowers in your hair, your favourite blanket. you’re not the pimple on your nose or the pudge on your stomach. You’re not your thighs or your teeth. you’re the colour of your hair, you’re your favourite band, you’re the mismatch socks you wear and your favourite sweater. You’re what you love, you’re not what you look like or the body you are in.
At around 3:00 AM, Dean rose to you clutching onto his shirt. You were asleep, but clearly distressed as your fingers dug tighter into the fabric. He gently roused you, cringing when he sees the tears in your eyes. “I thought I lost you”, you whimpered, burying your face in his chest. “I’m not going anywhere sweetheart”, he promises, caging you safely in his arms.
Your frantic “Sam!” quickly caught sleeping Sam’s attention. You were sweating and thrashing in your not so peaceful sleep, calling out your lovers name. He quickly wakes you and opens his arms. Your tears stain his shirt as you mumble out nonsense about his death. He presses soft kisses on your head and whispers “I’m here”, over and over until you relax in his protective touch.
Because Cas has no need to sleep, he likes to watch over your dreams instead. When your seemingly calm dream corrupts into a nightmare where Cas lay on with his wings burnt to the ground, he places a hand on your forehead, waking up you. You’re hysterical when you wake as you clutch to his familiar trench coat. He reassures you he’s right here while smoothing over your bed head softly until the daylight comes.
Crowley, much like Cas, didn’t need to sleep and liked to watch over you as you rested. When your once peaceful face morphed into one of discomfort, he shook you awake gently. Once your eyes locked with his, you began to cry and soon wrapped your arms around his neck. “You were dead”, you stutter between sobs. Crowley holds you tightly, whispering “It’s alright, I’m right here” in your ear until your sobs turn into soft snores.
