I love hands.
So much begins with them. And ends.
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.
Hands are beautiful.
4 comments:
I was a physical therapist before I started on this path. Hands are a treasure which we take for granted. Celebrate hands!
Thanks, Lynn. You've just made me appreciate my knarled and misshappen hands. :o)
I've had a thing for hands since noticing my friend's dad's hands when I was 7 or 8. He was a doctor and the most gentle but capable hands. They are my favorite thing to photograph. They find their way into my work often.
loved this, lynn! i'm working on a series of hand quilted/embroidered pieces with hands images on them...so i'm looking for a few good hands!
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