I just realised this morning that my hands haven’t touched a stranger in more than a month. Although It is most pristine, often washed, these days on the time of #coronavirus and physical distancing, our hands yearn for touch. They are fragrant with memories of touches and hugs.
Conversely, even when washed, the memories remain, and there is hope that our hands would meet.
I am planning to use my pristine hand as a canvas for short works like these and prints will be made available after lockdown of these highly personal, ephemeral artworks.
Until then. Wash your hands. Not your memories.