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 picking up the pieces of this shattered world and remaking it, leaving nothing undone in her efforts to right all the wrongs.
Inspired by these imaginings, I’ve gathered and disrupted found images, adding my daughter’s hands to perform a sort of excavation, finding and rearranging what is broken and lost. It is a hopeful process. These images live as an ode to her hands, and all that they will accomplish in creating a more beautiful world.
