Happy Valentine's Day!
| 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. |
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