Our Hands

Our hands have become unemployed. technology has slowly made life easy, so that are hands have little more to do then operate machines, which in turn do the work. I have always loved the idea of hands, that our hands reflect our lives.  Grandmothers hands wrinkled, worn, strong, scarred. Hands that could completely take care of all of ones needs.
"Many hands make light work": but we don't need many hands anymore, we hardly need our own...

I love when my hands have will no longer come clean, " I'll just have to wait for the skin to come off"- dumpster diving, filtering vegetable oil for my car, dirt under my nails from gardening. callouses from work that would make panty hose run.

I like using my hands and knowing that they can take care of me.