In Our Hands
What the human hand can symbolize is broad and deep. What we hold in and what we do with these hands of ours - both physically and metaphorically - ranges from mundane to profound, daunting, and breathtaking – a mug of coffee, a life, humanity.
None of us knows what we are truly capable of – what heroics, what depravity, what compassion, what action – until something touches us at our deepest core…
What might you hold in your hands when that moment arises?
“It may be when we no longer know what to do, we have come to our real work. And when we no longer know which way to go, we have begun our real journey.”
Wendell Berry
Flower Arrangement by Alexis Hastings / Music composition by Kip LaVie
In Our Hands
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Open-Air Sculpture Exhibition June 2026
Held 1
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Held 2
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Big Face
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InSight
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Surrender
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InChains
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Steel Work: Ian Mayer
Rear Guard
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Flow
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Fat Cat
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Ground
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Ripped
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Weighted
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Emotion Totem
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Steel work: Ian Mayer
Summons
by Aurora Levins Morales
Last night I dreamed
ten thousand grandmothers
from the twelve hundred corners of the earth
walked out into the gap
one breath deep
between the bullet and the flesh
between the bomb and the family.
They told me we cannot wait for governments
There are no peacekeepers boarding planes.
There are no leaders who dare to say
every life is precious, so it will have to be us.
They said we will cup our hands around each heart.
We will sing the earth’s song, the song of water,
a song so beautiful that vengeance will turn to weeping,
the mourners will embrace, and grief replace
every impulse toward harm.
Ten thousand is not enough, they said,
so, we have sent this dream, like a flock of doves
into the sleep of the world. Wake up. Put on your shoes.
You who are reading this, I am bringing bandages
and a bag of scented guavas from my trees. I think
I remember the tune. Meet me at the corner.
Let’s go.