“All hands on deck! Hands-on learning. Lend a hand. Heavy handed. Handouts. Hands up! Give me a hand. Light touch. Handle with care…”
Our hands are our faithful dogs, if we are lucky enough to have them and keep them functional and intact. They DO for us, they express for us, and they connect us to the world through touch and expression. I have my mother’s hands, and though no longer living, she is present to me each time I look at them – as both uniquely mine and unmistakably also a version of hers. Portraits of a face freeze but one moment of expression, and such expressions can be contrived and obfuscate as much as they reveal. Our hands are the humble sibling of the face, representationally speaking. Perhaps more candid and honest, our hands also ‘speak’ and reveal something of ourselves, our enterprises, our struggles, and our victories. They bear scars or missing parts and they are shaped by our use of them, and by our work in the world.
This series portrays a sampling of occupations and endeavours. The subjects are diverse and the people who answered my call to be models generously complied with my requests for demonstrating their work. In addition, they briefly described their work and what they valued most about it. I am indebted to them for their generous participation.