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It’s interesting how sometimes we feel a fascination for some objects. Doing this work I asked myself: what if these gloves had memories? Through these gloves my hands mixed color, they created shapes and images. If they had memory of gestures and movements, what would they tell? I can't help but think at the value that an object like this assumed in this particular moment. They are just objects, but hanging them their meaning can be different, they are not anymore a protection tool, from simple disposable gloves they become something else. With the residue of color on them, these gloves are to me a testimony of gestures, works, of an act of my hands.
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