Hands pick things up and feel textures.
Hard and soft, leathery and smooth.
Hands can be both.
They can nurture and destroy.
Hands create things, taking them from the imagination onto a canvas.
They do this by their power to hold, grasp, let go, and hang on.
So for a while I will reflect on the power of hands. Next I will think of the cliches of hands and beyond the cliches of hands. How can one use the images of hands in art, poetry and writing in a way that is new?
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