My hands aren’t beautiful and elegant like some of my friends, or elegantly or funkily manicured like others of my friends or students. They're not even young anymore. I do think there is a deeper beauty in them though, in what they can do, express and make. I talk with my hands. I draw, paint, print, assemble, and de-construct. I perform with them when I do photo shoots, the gestures they can make are vital in the full sense of that word, and full of meaning. As a child I learned that traditional Indian dance is as much a formalized language of hand gestures as of any other kind of movement, and I can understand that despite my natural disinclination to formalized anything, lol. My hands are very plain-looking, but beautifully capable, working hands. | It was not until a recent morning walk that I realized not only how much I owe them, but how much I actually love them for what I can count on them to give me every day. What do you think about your hands? Do you think about them at all? Do you have a manicure and manage to dive into art-making or gardening regardless? Please share your thoughts in the comments below. |
Happy Valentine's Day!
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May we all shine our light a little brighter and spread a little more love this year.
Thanks so much for your interest, enthusiasm and support, it means a lot. Wishing you (and your family) all the best in 2017. A little dose of food-related everyday beauty for the holiday: onion skins like fallen petals. "Another Kind of Skin" (since I do so much work with images of human skin). Enjoy!
Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate it.
This is otherwise not a season-specific post, but maybe the sunshine and weather today at home is reminding me of my beautiful day in Maastricht, The Netherlands, last month. A beautiful mediaeval town in the south of the country, where I spent a day walking around with my backpack and camera, visited an art program and bought some health food (as I always must to accommodate my allergies). Here is a collaged panorama shot of the boat hotel where I stayed, on the river Maas (aka Meuse), as I embarked on my day's walking.
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Kim-Lee KhoAs a visual artist I like nothing more than getting up to my elbows in paint or little plastic toys, or wading in at the deep end in pursuit of an idea. When I am not teaching others in a similar vein, you can find me researching, writing and noodling around in my studio, seeing where my latest lines of inquiry lead me. Archives
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