…I found a way for my finger tips to make a connection with one another, like a shell with one hand completing the other, restoring for me a sense of wholeness, reassuring and comforting.
“Last night I woke up with someone squeezing my hand. It was my other hand” William S.Burroughs – Naked Lunch
Ghosts on the table…
‘An odd sensation when I realise that I tense my hands and fingers and then release them…’ One fist in a cradled hand, resting in its weight and volume. The left hand encompassing and fingers reaching around the knuckles. Tension in the thumb, up into the forearm and bicep.
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 Read More