Do I think because I have hands or do I have two hands because I’m capable of thinking? This debate concerns the philosophers and biologists. I am not interested in the correct answer, but in both solutions. I am certain a path runs from my hands up to my mind, and another one goes down in the opposite direction, from the head to the tips of my fingers. Everything that flows through them can only originate inside ourselves or in life around us. And right in the middle of the stream, working as a pair of floodgates, are our hands. It is through them that the outside has a direct path to our thoughts, and the inside has a way to escape back to life. The task of every artist, of every person, simply consists of dipping their hands in the stream, and learning how to grip what it carries along.