oil, acrylic, canvas The eroticism of the hands is not subject to the shutters of the cameras, the membrane of the microphones is elusive. And the silence, open arms, becomes defenseless and vulnerable. Touching you, holding your fingers tightly, trapping them - persistent, strong, gentle, erasing the first fear with the palm of your hand, removing like a peel, being outside the body, being somewhere between the line of life and the line of the heart, feeling the heat of your skin, lying on her snow ... Hand eroticism is our man-made miracle.