Hands are where thought becomes gesture,
where emotion turns into motion.
They translate the invisible — the trembling, the yearning, the unspoken — into form.

They are both instruments and mirrors of the inner life.
When words fail, hands continue speaking —
of strength and fragility, of creation and surrender,
of the quiet dialogue between body and soul.

In every portrait, I seek this silent language.
The way fingers curl in hesitation,
the tension of a grasp,
the softness of a touch that remembers love or loss.

Through these hands, I paint the stories that voices cannot tell.
Because silence, too, has a sound —
and it speaks through the hands.