We do not hide the time that passes on our hands. They are often marked by the elements we manipulate and by the years. Burned, cracked, cut, deformed or wrinkled, they never stop at any age because for some, it means the end of a job and sometimes misery. Black and white highlight history in the content : subject, contrast, material and shape.I have always been fascinante by the work of hands, by those of my father and mother, Italian cuisine’s lovers, who worked the dough. Out of this fascination came this project on the hands as a tribute to all those people who live from the work of their hands with a special thought for my father.