«Many gloves lie scattered across the dry earth.

Dirty, torn, crumpled or twisted, they take on impossible, abstract shapes,
evoking tired hands.

Each erosion in their skin 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, gloves and men are the same invisible memory, reminding us
that progress devours those who sustain it.

But in their inert silence there also lies a resistance:
like fossilised footprints, these gloves speak of anonymous lives that lifted the
visible and invisible parts of our world. They are not just abandoned remains, they are
silent witnesses to a dignity that clings to not disappearing, even when everything
tries to erase it.»

«Every abandoned glove is a witness to effort and dignity.»