I have a vision, my vision is a narrow white plinth sat diagonally in the middle of the room with five hands of different shapes, ages, sizes and materials, holding. Grasping. Delicately placed objects around and on the hands, the objects relate to the owners of the hands in question.

Animal bones, hair, teeth, material.

other objects which are not yet decided, will closely relate to death, death of which has not yet come. never been experienced, I have held hands with it, brushed shoulders, but never   has it taken someone I love.