Handschoenen in wit zijden tricot, met drukknoopsluiting c. 1925

These white silk tricot gloves, likely made by Mayfair, are more than just hand coverings, they're like a delicate drawing in space. The material, so thin, holds a memory of touch, a ghost of hands lived and of hands yet to live. The knit itself is the mark-making here; the way the fibers catch light, or don't, defines the subtle forms. They're not pristine white, but softened with time, bearing the quiet marks of use, those faint discolorations or little snags that tell a silent story. I’m drawn to the slight tension in the fabric, especially around the fingers. You sense the way it would have felt to wear these, the snugness, the slight give. It’s like a still life of a gesture, a poised elegance ready to be animated. Think of Eva Hesse's rope sculptures; the process made visible. A conversation across time. What might these gloves be reaching for?