We do not hide the time that passes on our hands. They are often marked by the elements that are handled and by the years. Burnt, cracked, cut, deformed or wrinkled they never stop regardless of age because for some, it means the end of a job and sometimes misery. The hands say what the words hide and we do not cheat with the marks of time. The black and white highlights the story in the frame: the subject, the contrast, the material and the form. I have always been fascinated by the work of the hands, by those of...
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