MANUFRACTURES

Many gloves lie scattered across the dry earth.

Dirty, torn, crumpled or twisted, they take on impossible, abstract shapes that evoke weary hands.

Every sign of wear on their leather justifies the effort of long periods spent outdoors until they are replaced, fading into oblivion as if they had never borne the weight of labour.

So, the gloves and the men are one and the same invisible memory, reminding us that progress devours those who sustain it.

But in their inert silence, too, lies a resistance: like fossilised footprints, these gloves speak of anonymous lives that sustained the visible and invisible parts of our world. They are not merely abandoned remnants; they are silent witnesses to a dignity that clings on, refusing to vanish, even when everything seeks to erase it.

‘Every abandoned glove is a testament to effort and dignity».