In this provocative photo essay by Jones, he explores the strength and expressiveness of his mother's work-worn hands. Note the way she reaches toward music and how it endows her disembodied hand with a greater sense of wholeness, a unity with her body, and perhaps, based on the ethereal play of light from which the second hand emerges, with her spirit as well. His subtle manipulation of perspective highlight his isolation in his car seat, which serves as a metaphor for the way he is cocooned in childhood, but also his ability to catch glimpses into a broader sense of the world around him.
Oh, and this is his knee.
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| A celebration of cellular regeneration. |
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