My hands cannot be idle. It's an incurable, life-long condition. Some might call it Artistic Inclination, while others might dismiss it as Caffeine Addiction.
My hands often find relief by pounding on piano keys, usually accompanied my multi-instrumentalist husband, in the recording studio conveniently located within walking distance of our coffee-maker.
In a pinch, my hands can also be soothed by scissors, paper, markers and glue, or needle-nose pliers, wire and all manner of beads--things that I stockpile in small room also conveniently located within walking distance of our coffee-maker. Oh, and there's the camera and the cats, too.
My hands built this website to raise awareness on this condition and its daily manifestations. Look around, catch the bug, be inspired.
