inally, Albert rose, wiped the tears from his cheek and said, “No, brother. I cannot go to Nuremberg. It is too late for me. Look what four years in the mines have dome to my hands! The bones in every finger have been smashed, and lately I have been suffering from arthritis so badly in my right hand that I cannot make delicate lines on parchment or canvas with a pen or brush. No, brother, for me it is too late.” In order to pay homage to Albert’s sacrifice, Albrecht Durer 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 praying hands.