Wednesday, August 26, 2009
"Once I knew only darkness and stillness...my life was without past or future...but a little word from the fingers of another fell into my hand that clutched at emptiness, and my heart leaped to the rapture of living."
Whenever hands become the topic of conversation, I feel a small catch in my throat and my eyesight gets a bit fuzzy as I automatically flash to all I've been through with my own precious hands, including a full fusion of the right wrist in March of 2008. I won't go into the rather lengthy backstory again but if you're curious, click HERE. Suffice to say that my hands are really at the center of my daily art life and given my history, each moment that my hands can keep up with my imagination is pure rapture.