Restless

We can hide our bodies from others, covering ourselves with layers of clothing and masking our faces in makeup. But our hands always whisper our truth to the world. His index finger passed over his thumb's skin, searching for something lost. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. These stories and moments shape us, and they leave traces of themselves behind as they silently whisper their secrets into the world. Through the power of the blockchain and my Hidden Stories contract, we created a beautiful convergence of my photography an...View all