self They're there for years. They work continuously. Are mine and mine alone. They have character.
speak and move. Hands and beyond. Caught in a moment. Fast capture space. The Polaroid
create memories. I sewed my hands at Polaroid. My hands are now a memory.
Also tell them. The vague emotions run through. Enough. Do not have to explain. They refer
. This makes my hands of all. They are hands. Sometimes they hurt. I only
forutna of them. To use them. They are alive. They have stories to tell.
and I've only photographed. Blurred. They were fast. They were busy. Nerve.
Suburbs of myself. They move sincere.