Hands were, and still are, my way of saying.
I was born with profound deafness in both ears. When I was little, my mother began learning Portuguese Sign Language so she could speak with me. I grew up watching someone choose to make an enormous effort just so I wouldn't feel alone.
Today, when I make a piece by hand, the memory of that choice comes with me. I learned early that hands can say everything that matters. Mine keep trying.