I’ve been using mannequin hands to do the stitching process, which have been interesting companions- ghostly and strange and at times unwieldy. However, my daughter has volunteered now to be a human companion today and offered her hands…so this is how we proceed for now. We were talking about what is handed on in these arrangements, what is inherited?
Notebook
left hand
towards a fist…
Stitch 13.07.20
‘nestles in the grooves between fingers soft undulating furrows – where seeds might be planted in a garden – or the smooth keys on a piano – ridges, subtle hillocks – cradling scrolling through the folds and brushes, locked and clasping, gnarled fingers soon to be as time thins the skin -‘
04.07.20 stitches
I hold the hands as if they were her hands…The wooden mannequins seem awkward and clumsy, they constantly fall out of shape- they express their object-ness and other-bodied natures. Yet the spectral zone of this virtual touch transmits many others. I am working intimately with the hands of someone I have know for many years, as a stranger…
24.06.20 stitchings
Awaiting more glove stock- there are many more contributions to stitch. Thank you to all those who are contributing- deep gratitude. Not sure where this is going, but I’m following it… ‘This beginning, like all beginnings, is always already threaded through with anticipation of where it is going but will never simply reach, and of a past that is yet to come.’ J. Barad. Quantum Entanglements and Hauntological relations. (2010)
20.06.20 stitching
It made me remember how often I cross my arms when I’m sitting, and stick my hands in pockets when I’m standing (and scuff my heels – another pair of trainers worn through recently)