My attraction to hands began as a child, marveling at my father’s scarred, bear-like hands. As an adult, my attraction only grows with my never-ending desire to get to know people. I have come to see hands as an undeniable, direct window into a person’s character. Hands cannot be hidden; they only exist as they are.
Hands are records of our past and tools for our present. They are marked with constant reminders of where we’ve been while shaping our future. As we grow, those records become reminders of the lessons we learned. We morph into the person that we are and begin to leave behind the person we once were. A person’s identity is not one-dimensional, nor should our interpretation of them be.
I invite you to draw your own conclusions as to who these people are and where they come from. Let their hands and words of wisdom paint their portrait for you.
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Dana Jensen
is an event producer, lifestyle photographer, and graphic designer based in Brooklyn, NY. She lives passionately, constantly seeking adventure.