They comfort, create, celebrate. Make art. Are the subject of art.
We reach out to each other from our earliest days to our oldest. They tell the world if we have found our soul mate, they bear the weight of our lives in the wrinkles and cracks - they carry the history of what we do.
You can see a person's history in their hands.
Mine are small. But in constant use, building up my life around me and pushing my art into reality.