Hands are the part of the body we learn to use before any other. They are the first tool for knowing reality after the eyes. I often find myself drawing hands: hands alone, hands full of colors, hands that intertwine, hands that do not meet. From something physical and recognizable to something symbolic and sometimes metaphysical: often the step is short and their recognizability always infallible. A hand is always a hand and is one of the strongest symbols of humanity: it welcomes, it repels, it expresses strength and sometimes violence. It can be alone and still always be interpreted and understood as something deeply human.