My first hands were those of a shy catcher for the college softball team. The story was to photograph the pitcher and catcher who were the best on the team or something. As I sat across from her waiting to photograph them, I watched her hands, which were in constant motion, as she looked down at the floor. I took a shot.
I liked what I got, and started looking for hands to photograph. I probably have close to 30 photographs now, though I haven't added to it in a while.
When we were in Point Reyes, and Malida was photographing the guy who owned the gallery, I took a shot of his hands as he used a piece of sandpaper on some abalone shell he had embedded in a burl. His hands look well-used, and reflect his profession.
The hands of an artisan.
I'm thinking about printing up some of my hands and framing them. I will put them up in the hallway at home. It's been one of my favorite and most satisfying projects.