Rearranging
I love to catch a glimpse of my daughter’s hands while she is expressing herself. She is still young, but has a crystal clear grasp of what is wrong with the world. I often imagine her hands tearing down the systems that have held women back and reassembling it all, leaving nothing undone in her efforts to right all the wrongs. These images live as an ode to her hands, and all that they will accomplish in creating a more beautiful world.
