︎I fear a man of frugal speech // Jeg frykter en mann av nøysom tale


Cecilia Riis Kjeldsen
www.ceciliariis.com
@ceciliariiskjeldsen
32, Norway





“A tool with many tools” as described from Aristotle; the hand is a tool for grasping, taking, pushing, pulling, pinching, pressing, pointing, fumbling, crushing, smashing, itching, stroking, caressing, throwing, drumming, lifting. There are more verbs for the movement of the hand than for any other movement. The hand is the diligent servant of the brain. It has numerous skills; it speaks, acts, and knows. The hand has a special relationship with the brain; one grabs and grasps. A touch, or touching, can activate areas of our brain, thus influencing our thought processes, reactions, and psychological responses. The hand is also expressive and enables us to gesture so that we can express thoughts and feelings. 
The development of the hand starts early in the fetal stage. 
A large amount of nerves in the fingertips make the hand one of the most sensitive parts of human anatomy.
When a young child holds one of the parents in hand, there is security, comfort, and leadership.
Hands can be deeply personal, each unique in its kind. Hands are honest, you cannot hide from what they speak. Scars, wrinkles, spots, cuts, burns, an unconscious movement, unique handwriting, fingerprints, DNA.
Our hands have never been more observant of others then now as if the hand is somewhat a collective symbol and a source for wrongdoing. In parallel, we yearn to express ourselves, for social stimuli, the tactile, and for intimacy.
Coming from a biographical approach in this ongoing project, I want to look closer at what psychological effects isolation has on the human mind. Since the age of 17, I’ve self-isolated on and off. In adulthood diagnosed with «Avoidant Personality Disorder», my life is not that different now as it was before COVID-19. Having a long-time fascination with hands, I have collected imagery of my own hands over the past ten years and cropped them together, analog, and digital, with photos from recent events and prior. The prior events shown could just as easily illustrate the now, instead what has later been evident is how they reflect my life in general. Hands symbolize, to me, everything, and nothing; a longing for intimacy and a desire for expressing what I cannot.”













︎I fear a man of frugal speech // Jeg frykter en mann av nøysom tale

Cecilia Riis Kjeldsen
www.ceciliariis.com
32, Norway




“A tool with many tools” as described from Aristotle; the hand is a tool for grasping, taking, pushing, pulling, pinching, pressing, pointing, fumbling, crushing, smashing, itching, stroking, caressing, throwing, drumming, lifting. There are more verbs for the movement of the hand than for any other movement. [...]














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Dan Coman, 44
Bistrița, România



“Intimitatea e o chestiune
care ţine de tehnică
așa că desprinde-te
şi mergi singur printre
păpădii.
Zîmbeşte, lasă umbra să
se lungească la dreapta
ta..”














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Ioana


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Cristina, 30
Romania



“I’m clumsy around intimacy,
it follows me, like a hungry cat
at the door, tripping my every step
always too soon
for trust, or secrets, or reveals,
for seeing, touching, kissing
the scars
the anger at someone betraying you”

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Alex
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Gabriela, 25
Romania



“Someone once asked me what I was most afraid of. I said stairs and death. But with time I’ve stopped taking the elevator and started climbing those damn stairs, even if my legs were shaking. I’ve started to believe that we are all just energies that will come back in a different form, so the dying part didn’t look so scary either. But when I’m alone in the shower, and the water runs faster than my heartbeats, I know it’s love, the one that I’m the most afraid of, that terrifies me, that hits me in the chest so bad that I can hardly breathe. The love that I’m missing.











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Arizona


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Emily

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︎My house

Cristina, 30
Romania



“I panic at the thought
of sharing my house with someone
(my bed, my books,
my cat)
of him finding out I’m not as
smart or pretty or tidy
as he thought,
of him not liking the way I
smell in the morning,
my crooked nose
my unshaved legs
my too long getting ready
the perfume I bought myself when I turned 30.
and then one morning, as I wake up,
there they are,
in bitter autumn light:
my house, my bed, my books,
my cat.”



















︎Emotional distance

Antonius, 37
Australia




“My father – a stern man. There was a great emotional distance to reach him or for him to reach me. He found greater satisfaction in work than in family. Nonetheless there were those rare moments in the evening, in which he’d loosen – cold problem-solving analysis broke away to something warmer, more expressive, some would say more human.”




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Romania



“Sunt mandra de poza asta pentru ca este o expresie a biruintei asupra depresiei.