It takes a while to interpret-the orientation of fingers and thumbs. We try a stitch and it fails, we begin again. My daughter has offered her hands- it is a curious hold- the thumb and little finger of the same hand make a gesture- open- with the fingers between folded. An enfolded figure- obscured- altered by the touch of the other hand.
The photos sent are detailed, forensic, they seem to want to be understood. They are taken in a car, somewhere, on the move- fugitive almost. The stitching feels edgy, invites other messengers, unknowable ghosts…