top of page
ARTEMISIA ARTS
my hands are my altar
my hands are my ancestors
carrying the wisdom of generations past
channeling stories of place
mysteries of the unseen into material form
​
they move like water
nourishing what they touch
cultivating life and care
​
they commune with the wind
playing melodies into the breeze
whispered into the expansiveness of all that is
​
they bring fire into being
alchemizing flames
transmitting warmth
​
they spread seeds, germinate new life
harvest bounties and share the abundance of the earth
when i was young, my wise mother curated this series of photos capturing the hands of three generations: my grandmother, my mother, my sister and myself
bottom of page