It’s strange to look at your own hand, detached from your body. I was surprised by how small and fragile—and old!—it looked. Then again, it was holding up part of a larger piece of art. In that context the hand suggested strength, cooperation, usefulness, belonging. The image reminds me that most art, even writing, which we tend to think of as a cerebral, solo activity, is also the work of our hands, and made possible through the support of others.