My October challenge is to find a story to tell for each of the 31 days of this glorious month. Our hands do so many things and we use them to tell so many of our own stories, so I know stories are out there ready to be expressed. I’m determined to find them.
Not to find the best one. Not to compare hands.
Hands are a beautiful part of the body. I’m not too sure where this project is going to take me, but I am simply doing it for my own intuitive ability to challenge myself as a growing artist. And also, I think it’s going to be a lot of fun.
I love October, so why not?
This first set of hands are my Papa’s hands. He plays the piano three times a week in downtown Fay at Operation Inasmuch during the breakfast they serve to the homeless community. He not only does this consistently for almost two full years now, but he plays with pure joy. How someone does this so early in the morning is beyond me.
Another fun fact: he doesn’t read music. You’ll notice in this photo the recipe cards his wife, my grandmother, has written out for him. He just looks at the title, hums it to himself to remind his brain and starts to play.
With every hymn he plays comes a jazz like twist.
These hands play what the soul would have them play.