Tuesday, May 16, 2006

The plastic is flexible when it's hot - around 130 degrees. She stirs it in a bath of hot water. Cooks it up so it's bendable.

Suddenly it's not pegboard any more.

She shapes it like a sculptor, conforming it to my hand and wrist and arm. The prescription for this diagnosis calls for a splint that ends just under the 2nd knuckles of the last two fingers. The edges have to be smooth and not cut into my skin.

I love watching this woman's hands. They look eloquent to me. She's so good, and so fast, that her own hands are a blur in most of my pictures.

I told her: I bet when you went to school for this they didn't tell you you'd be a performance artist. Posted by Picasa

Good in back? Check it all over.

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