June 2nd 2021

I received post from Alex today, a whisper of her art practice.
I had false start yesterday when I received a package that I thought was from her, and proceeded to photograph it from every angle before opening it and realizing it was something I had ordered for myself.

When the real package arrived, I was struck by how little it was, and thought about how large it might become, as it moves between all 6 of us.

For now, it is singular, one item wrapped in gentle white tissue paper.
A piece of cardboard with a note attached, and a glove, or the essence of one at least, with a metal clip holding it all together.
The card and the clip are the sturdiest of elements inside the package.
Four textures in total, 5 if I include the outer package.
The glove is the art object.
I know Alex has a practice that embraces comfort objects, things from day to day, hoarded objects, missing pieces, tender collections, casted and moulded into new materials to help them stand alone and proud and last safely in new artistic conditions.
Being sent (handed) a hand-glove feels symbolic as a starter object for the collaboration. Lend a hand.
Layers.
Lose a glove. Find a glove.
Where is the original? Or its partner? One glove seems lonely, maybe I will make more.
I will follow her lead and move around the glove, preserving it.
Thinking about how to move around an object and not look past it, but focus on it completely, and add more layers.