“he who works with his hands is a laborer. he who works with his hands and his head is a craftsman. he who works with his hands and his head and his heart is an artist.” // st. f. assisi
those that can make their hands do their minds’ bidding have forever impressed me.
that one would be able to daydream an idea and make it into something real with their very own hands seems plainly extraordinary to me; (this fact alone might make me seem overwhelmingly ordinary), but see, i’m the type that can conjure any bit of fancy in my head, but there’s no way i’m talking my hands into doing any bit of that work. they just don’t see fit to communicate – and all my snappy plans go awry. like two left feet never to dance a two-step, i’ve got a pair of hands that kick shins when i try to craft. so, i’ll leave it to those whose heart and hands are in the mix, and keep on daydreaming instead.