Hands

He who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist

Francis of Assisi

I’ve always had a fascination with hands.

Particularly a man’s hand.

I know where I get it from.

A boyhood crush.

I took pictures of his hands.

He understand my infatuation.

He stopped being my friend.

I have lived with that shame.

Slowly, I’m identifying those experiences and unpacking them – so I can retrain my thinking, rewire my brain, reconstruct my core inner beliefs.

Sounds hokey but I can sense a small shift. Some days.

BuBA calls them Soul Prints.

For now, I just call them ghost memories. They come back as needed. To teach me something new.

Thanks for listening,

Keep tellin’ the story.

Sawubona

Professor C Todd Peacock III
embracing the artivist buried in stone