This is an incredibly personal piece, being autistic can make you feel like there is an invisible screen between you and the rest of the world. You just don’t understand things, and no matter how hard you try you just can’t break down the screen. It can be isolating and depressing. This is represented by the black background. My hand is reaching for the light which mentally signifies positivity of thought.
Each line on my hand flows from one tiny segment to another. I feel our hands say a lot about who we are. they bare the scars and marks of our daily lives but also the tenderness and care we show.