Sun Hands

Photo: Sanni Seppo

Marco Casagrande hammered his guns into fingers that would never pull the trigger at a living creature again. The metal fingers were the spring of life; they grabbed the Lepaa soil like a thug’s fingers lengthened by the rays of Egyptian Aton, or like biblical Jehovah moulding a man out of the earth. Not the Word, but the Sentence.

- Erkki Pirtola, PTAH