The estranged master

2012/05/23 7 Comments

His hands are free, susceptible, gracefully playful, expressing, somehow telling a soothing, yet odd but amusing story…Seeing his hands, you can almost here sweet but inaudible music, childish reticence, silence, brusque suspension, and so much elegant, timid tenderness…

It is really that strange… – you can talk to his hands, they are open and unreserved, curious and hospitable, vulnerable and receptive…

What a sorrowful mystery – his fingers are queerly searching for something, as if drawing a dream… Yes… his hands have their own life, while the master himself is afraid…

He can not hear his own story…- he is a stranger to his hands…

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