When my daughter was three, she went through a ‘Band-Aid’ phase. Every day she would complain of a new boo-boo. Some were tiny scratches or paper cuts. Most were not visible to the human eye, and one was even a freckle. Still, she always insisted on a Band-Aid. She was somehow comforted by the magical healing effects of a colorful bandage. While the phase didn’t last long, it serves as a reminder, even today, that our hands can heal—whether the hurt is imagined or real.
“Heal”–Graphite and Watercolor
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