This framing of the studio research being disrupted by a handless
maiden was due to an early and arbitrary encounter with Robert Johnson's Jungian analysis in The Fisher King and the Handless
Maiden: Understanding the wounded feeling function in masculine and feminine psychology (1993).
On each side of that judge sit three others, also depicted handless
, so that thirteen stumps of arms are visible.
A headless and handless
corpse of a woman positioned in the way Ms Halstead's body was found appears in a sickening sketch.
Yet amid these desperate acts of self-preservation, there were many stories of self-sacrifice and affectionate care between men, like the lifesaving friendship of the handless
soldier in the Memoires du Sergent Bourgogne.
She bends down and puts her hand on Alex's handless
via perception; 2) If I have hands, then I am not a handless
brain in a vat; 3) I am not a handless
brain in a vat.
The 50-odd works in between are tightly related in theme and identical in medium: color photographs Johnson made using techniques he gleaned from a day job producing television graphics and later crafted through digital manipulation, for an appearance as utterly handless
Disciple, Tangiers that light kept me a year in its grip first my feet caught fire then my blood we moved at the edge of endlessness headless handless
mouthless mindless sand (the face of god) figs a night on the rug with the merciless stars in our mouths drank brackish water the camel milk learned gradual as the sea of sand learned to relinquish again again to cut piety away and drift like ash like this land that can stand to vanish to rise
The headless and handless
body of 42-year-old father-of-four John Finney was discovered in Ickleford, near Hitchin, in March 2008, a fortnight after he was abducted from outside his home in Northaw.
Mr Finney's naked headless and handless
corpse was found dumped behind a garage block in Ickleford, Hertfordshire, on March 14 last year, two weeks after he disappeared.
Rescue found me in the sunken bathtub sunk in, my handless
hands, my arms up above my head, my head light-headed and turning lighter.
I couldn't let go of it, as the ambulance bounced along the broken streets, he behind us, handless
, legs torn open, on a rickety stretcher, I held it in both hands, and couldn't let go of it, keeping it in my hand wrapped round one end of the stretcher, pressed together, trying to keep it together somehow, close to his body.