“To me, all creativity is magic. Ideas start out in the empty void of your head - and they end up as a material thing, like a book you can hold in your hand. That is the magical process. It's an alchemical thing. Yes, we do get the gold out of it but that's not the most important thing. It's the work itself.” ― Alan Moore
“It's not my brain that's writing the book, it's these hands of mine.” ― Madeleine L'Engle
When I fall asleep
my hands leave me.
They pick up pens
and draw creatures
with five feathers
on each wing.
- Siv Cedering (from "Hands")
With these hands I have held
a bird with a broken wing.
With these hands I have touched
my children in the sun.
With these hands I have made
a house of living earth.
With these hands I have worked
a field of growing corn.
With these hands I have learned to kill
As much as I have learned to live.
These hands are the tools of my spirit.
These hands are the warriors of my anger.
These hands are the limitations of my self.
These hands grow old and feel
As they reach out to find
the world I used to know.
- Nancy Wood (from Many Winters: Prose and Poetry of the Pueblos)
Images above, photographs of hands by three great American photographers: "Worker's Hands" by Edward Weston (1886-1958), "Georgia O'Keefe: Hands and Skull" by Alfred Steiglitz (184-1946), "Crofter's Hands" by Paul Strand (1980-1976). Also, me and Tilly: "Hand and Paw."