Peter Machata, 2020, Slovakia
I am looking at my hands, they are quite similar and a little different. One is a little different, wearing a ring that is a symbol of something special. The second is more skilful. They can be gross but gentle at the same time, they can also create and destroy as well. Once they are strong and the other time they are weary, sometimes they cooperate and other times they resist.
My hands have been here with me for a long time, they are slowly changing and more and more resembling my father’s hands, just as my son’s hands will resemble mine; in something, a little bit.
They tell banal stories of my life, about what they did, what they touched, where they were and show where they will go. With each touch, they write this story into themselves and I turn this story into jewellery with their help.