Hands

Lop Abuse On Somebody First new work in about 3 years.
I can feel the beating of my pulse as I put my hands on top of each other. Like a glider without a propeller, I spent my days struggling with society. As your family increases, the number of people you interact with increases, and your dependence and emotional support overlaps, creating a sense of warmth. Various lives and encounters overlap, like layers of paint, or like a mountain range forming. This work expresses the history and creativity of each member through various acts of "layering".