Support by Avantika Rungta


My love affair with hands began long before I can remember. 

The first set of hands I ever fell in love with belonged to my grandfather. Similar to his long and lean frame, his fingers were skinny and long with the perfect nailbeds. I like to think my hands are a slightly lesser version of his. 

I was fascinated with them and every summer while living with him, I’d wait for the evenings when he’d come back from work and hand feed me mini Cadbury bars as a treat. 

Being a painter for pleasure, hands have been the most essential tool to manifest my visions to life. As a yogi, my hands provide me the tools to deepen my practice and connect my heart with my mind. 

However my most vivid memory of hands in recent times comes from an impromptu trip to Venice. I was visiting the Biennale and Lorenzo Quinn’s sculpture called "Support" was the piece I was most excited to see.

The sculpture is a set of hands holding up a building on the Grand Canal. It is both majestic and delicate at the same time. 

On my first evening in Venice I went up to Fondaco dei Tedeschi to enjoy the view of the Grand Canal at sunset. My eyes immediately fell on the sculpture much further down the canal. I took a picture for my insta stories and tagged Lorenzo. A few hours later I was greeted to the sweetest note from him asking me to come visit his work with him.

“When hands have the power to destroy, they also have the power to create" he says. 

Lorenzo Quinn created the sculpture to bring to bring attention to the issue of global warming and how scientists predict Venice will be underwater by the year 2100. The hands are created from a mold of his sons hands. What a wonderful ode to his child and to the country he called home. Yes it’s a desperate call to action but it is also a reminder of a world we can fix.

I was so touched by his openness to share his work with a complete stranger and taking the time out of his very busy day to walk me through his work and ideation.

A memory that I will always hold dearly in my heart. 

by Avantika Rungta