?Fingers?
There's something strange that happens when you work with your hands. They develop into a being of their own. This line of ceramic fingers has transformed from something that simply made me smile, into a love letter written without words.
Hands, and more specifically fingers fascinate me. They are soft and delicate, able to hone in on the most intricate of craft. Yet they’re strong and sturdy, willing to carry more than they should. There's something erotic that comes from sculpting a finger. Maybe it's simply a playful inception, maybe it's a new way to make love. Either way I intend to find out.
