An ongoing Project, My hand, the city. My right hand is the visual identity people recognize me with, as they remember me through my fingers’ disfiguration more than by my face. I was born with
a syndrome called Ectrodactyly in my right hand, I was indifferent to it. Until I recognized the pattern of always hiding my hands behind my back when taking pictures. It was an
unconscious thing to do, to hide my disfigured hand. I started to contemplate my choices of hiding my hands whenever possible; was it something I considered ugly? I began to
notice my understanding that this hand is separate from the rest of the body.
hand cut collage
Analog photograph
