My hands are often smudged with graphite from the sketches and doodles in my notepad. They are scratched from cutting and bending wires for my armatures. They are worn from mixing clays until they are "just right" for my sculptures. They often end up a kaleidoscope of colors from painting little creatures late into the night. They are warmed from buffing the wax to polish and protect each piece for years to come.
My hands put together my cardboard light box, they take photographs of my creations with my iPhone edit photos on my computer and type every word. My hands package, stamp, cut tape then send everything carefully on their way to their new hands.
My hands are happy. I smile doing all of this.
Thanks you for supporting me and my little hands.