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I love hands.
Hands are subtlely definining. They represent so many parts of our psyches, so many emotions, so many moments and movements, and ultimately the weathering of time. Although I do not like to look at my own ravaged, clumsy hands, I love and visually caress the hands of extremes when I photograph – -age and youth.
Years ago I photographed a beautiful resident of a nursing home. Her life story, her defiance, and her will were intriguing. We talked about her life while I created a portrait of her. Although she had a devilish nature and a wicked sense of humor I noticed that she was refined and kept her hands folded properly in her lap. Her delicate fingers were petals, liquid and telling. When I was in my darkroom printing her portrait, I felt that her hands were the more compelling portrait. My editor at Getty Images agreed.
To me, there is nothing more beautiful and revealing as hands that have worked hard, experienced life, and have aged and rippled. And yet, I am awed by the newness of touch, the exploraton of new life and the contrast of that with protective parenting hands.
I guess what I am trying to say is that your hands are an honest expression of you and where you are in your life. Hands are, in themselves, a complete portrait of your life.
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