When I was young, my family went to Mount Bromo. It was so cold, can’t feel my hands. My dad gently put my hands inside his, and I could feel his warmth spread through me, easing the chill. It was a simple gesture, but it made me feel safe and loved in that freezing cold. To me hands sometimes a forgotten body parts, without them I won’t be able to create my art.

I have deeply appreciation with hands as symbol of human connection, emotion, and creativity.