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Aeioux via Flickr (CC)*

I started thinking about using my hand as a notepad, as I did when I was a kid, and began noticing people with notes scrawled and scribbled on their hands. The manager of the local fish market had phone numbers running up the back of his hand in blue ball point. At the Bauhaus show at the Museum of Modern Art, a teacher ushered in a group of four young women and started talking about a weaving by Anni Albers; one whipped out a razor point pen and started taking notes on her hand. It’s a convenience that I overlooked for years until I needed to remember to take my laptop’s powercord to a meeting, and couldn’t find a post-it, so I wrote a note on my hand…

Sally Schneider
Sally Schneider

You can write anything you want a quick, impermanent reminder of:
errands…
to-do’s…
flight information…
ideas…
quotes…
directions…
recipes…
phone numbers…
things you see on the street…
notes from a museum…

The hand at the top are “tatoo’d” with track lyrics from an album called Handwriting by Khonnor: a photo for the cover artwork that never got used.

*With thanks to Aeioux for usage via Creative Commons.

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5 replies on “hand as notepad

  1. Recently at a crowded street fair I wrote my cell phone number on my kids’ hands in case god-forbid they got lost and couldn’t remember my phone number. Luckily, we didn’t need to use it!

  2. Stacey, that is a brilliant, simple idea that every parent should know. My hat’s off to you!

  3. After reading this last week, I drew on my hand this weekend–not a reminder, but a small piece of art that made me smile with remembrance of doing the same when I was a kid. It was a great way to doodle while I was in class then, and it turns out it still is . . . in grad school this time.

  4. I LOVE this. Once waiting in an airport I wrote a line from an Anne Sexton poem I’d been reading on the palm of my hand, and I’ve also traced my feet in my journal and then created a map of the places they’d been on them. Thanks for a great blog.

  5. The juxtaposition of the ‘power cord’ written on the hand
    made me laugh. It is the perfect metaphor for the greatest of ironies.

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