These are my hands, traced and filled with the words that carry my story. They have built, caressed, healed, and endured; they hold scars as well as dreams. On this deep blue field, the text becomes both confession and testimony, revealing how my hands preserve memory while reaching toward new beginnings. They are not just tools, but witnesses — vessels of truth, survival, and love.
acrylics on canvas board, 14"x 11", 2025
