Does everyone feel this way about hands? A prequel to the story, the illustrator of everything unseen. Embodying our very nature, does anyone else see this? I explored the Frieze Masters today, a sparkling white world beneath a sparkling white tent, sparkling wine in sparkling glasses and flowing clothes to die for. Actually, what really grasped at my throat was a world of wonder, things of beauty adorning temporary walls or glass cases. A pair of sculpted, dark life-sized hands intertwined at the fingertips balanced delicately upon a pillar. I sensed personality within them, unspoken words and expression. The kindling of the soul. Hands tend to be the most difficult…