I enjoyed this activity that made my hand look like it wasn’t a hand. I am now self-conscious about my hand’s weight (kidding). I went to Santa Monica Beach with some members of my family. It was a pretty fun project. I think I messed up my creation by using sand that was not as wet as it should’ve been. Oh well. I think the model looks close enough to my hand. My first piece broke because patience is a virtue that I have forgotten. And the one in the photo was the complete one, which I then broke into 13 pieces. My art lives through memory and photograph now.