A hand is the essence of action: it grasps, creates and sometimes you could say that it thinks. When it is at rest it is not an inanimate tool, left there on the table or abandoned, lifeless: habit, instinct, and will-to-act whirl within it, and it’s easy to predict the gesture it will soon make...creating a new universe, leaving its traces everywhere. The handiwork transforms along with the material it is transforming, along with the shapes that it brings to life. (Henri Focillon, Éloge de la main)
