The fate in his hand, or the hand of destiny, the hand will know more than the arm it extends?
Admit, the hand is a subject, or rather decide to make it a subject; sketches, drawings, sketches, sculptures, at work! It's very strange for an artist to carve a hand. The tool in the right hand and the model in the left hand. To observe, to scrutinize one's own hand, as an autonomous subject, detached from one's body, an unexpected mirror, faced with a prodigious hand, no doubt self-portrait. His own hand as archetype, sum of all the others, this singular exercise could quickly become perilous. Let's see that.
And if a hand could do anything. Thus erect and motionless, she becomes the support of all possibilities. Let's try a change of scale. Larger, she becomes an enigmatic divinity. By losing its human dimension it gains in strength. Something turns into an enigma, would there be a secret in this story?
Object, subject, mirror, everything is blurred. Well, let's resume calmly.
At first, in the center rather, was the sculptor. Suddenly, an anthropomorphic divinity arises. Okay, but to say what? A stroke of wisdom? An axis of the world? Why not, but which one? The hand of fate, the hand to the finger and the eye, the secret over and the passion in the hollow, the passion that mutates, that authorizes, that ignites the work of the artist and gives meaning, the meaning perhaps.
The secret of the case would be the meaning, the flavor, would it be to formulate elements of answer? Let's detail what is coming. The fingers erect like steles, each one of them to say a territory. At the end, in equilibrium, the sign of the finger. Go ahead: the knowledge at the top is the star. The golden stone pierced nugget is for the mineral world. Black wood, totem of the vegetable world in balance on the grasping thumb, expresses life by opposing the other fingers. Finally the sphere of the cosmos poses on the index and the key of the secret on the smallest one. Five tracks, five perfumes, at the top of a hand inspires to guide the man, make him a philosopher, who knows?
In any case a hand stands to celebrate life, to seize the world and help the one who wants to look to find his way.

Richard Texier in D. Pennac, Richard Texier: Abundance at the Zenith, Paris, 2004.