MEMORY :: I love looking at peoples hands. I have spoken about my infatuation time and time again. I love the scars, the lines and more than anything the way they move. Watching people harvest lemons, strawberries, blueberries. Speed, agility and a complete knowing that doesn’t require conscious thought. We create with our hands, work with them, make love with them, nurture children and animals with them. I could live an eternity and still be in absolute awe at the memories hands hold. So much beyond our own bodies. Everything we touch giving a bit of itself. The way they can so easily remember the feeling of skin. How when I make tortillas at this point I don’t even think. My mind goes elsewhere while my bodies memory takes over. Mixing. Gently kneading. Pressing. Heating on an open flame. How lucky I am to have hands that work. That allow me to create beauty in this world. I wish I could hold your hand. Look at it. Trace the lines as you tell me your stories. Stories about the lives your hands how touched, the sorrow they have known.
What do you love most about your hands? ✨