Every day we interact with a vast number of objects. Objects we’ve learnt to use by copying the people that surround us, family, friends, strangers. Objects that past generations have created. The first bodily meeting is often initiated by the hand. Handle, hand -le, means a tool for the hand. This tool directs our daily life. It steers our body and movements, choreographs our everyday. We are so focused on the object and its function that we often miss the movement towards and with the object.

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It is said that the soul is not something entombed in the body, but is that which emerges in the activities of reaching, stretching, and doubling. The soul is neither the body’s position, nor the new position for which it reaches. It is the reaching itself, the third body, between here and there. The reach becomes a fusion between the hand and the handle, a state where the handle directs and the hand follows, and at the end they become a new whole.

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