In my travels, I’ve always been drawn to photographing faces. Trying to be respectful, I’ve attempted to ask permission first.
When I approached a woman in a Thai village with a kind but weathered face and asked to take her photo, she shook her head no.
Her hands were busy pulling apart strands of twine. I gestured to her hands, pointing with my camera, and she nodded yes. By refusing to let me photograph her face, this gentle human challenged me to capture those stories embedded into one’s hands through my images.
Hands take on many appearances, from knotted, callused, misshapen, silky smooth, bony, wrinkled, gangly, bloody, elegant, tattooed, and scarred. Hands create, touch, mold, comfort, gesture, and communicate, especially for those who cannot speak or hear. I’ve witnessed hands wiping a snotty nose, clasped in prayer, shaping clay on a potter’s wheel, clutching cell phones, kneading bread dough, counting money, lighting candles, painting toenails, and giving me the finger.
The list goes on. Having the privilege of photographing hands from so many countries has become a distinctive way of telling stories.
Donnie Sexton has moved on from a very long stint as staff photographer and media relations manager for the Montana Office of Tourism. Her path is now focused on feeding her addiction to travel and sharing her journeys in both words and photography.
I love this. Great idea!