Her Hands 她的手

I simply want to look carefully at my mother’s and grandmother’s hands. Hands I have seen countless times in the routines of daily life, so familiar they almost fade into the background—hands that quietly give, again and again, without asking to be seen. If my own hands do not yet carry that same warmth and resilience, then at the very least, I can use my eyes to gently film theirs.

就想好好的看看媽媽跟阿嬤的手。 那些在日常生活中看過無數次而早已習慣的畫面、那些默默替著別人默默付出的雙手，如果我的手沒有這樣溫暖堅韌的力量，那至少可以用我的眼睛好好拍下他們。