In memory of my lost black glove | Graham Atkins Hughes

In Memory of my lost black Glove

A couple of winters ago I lost the left of a pair of gloves on the way home from a family day out, I was convinced that this happened as a rude woman bustled past me to get on to the bus as we were getting off @ Dalston Kingsland near our house. So I decided that I would try and keep an eye out for it on my way to and from the high street over the next few days. I never found it, but even so I kept the other one just in case I did, I did this for ages, then every time I saw right hand glove in my wardrobe it reminded me of the loss, which still bothered me a bit. Over this time, while I still held out hope of finding the lost glove, I noticed other gloves which were lost, and they made me think about other peoples feelings of loss, & their cold hand. This year I have started documenting the gloves I have seen on the streets of London and where I saw them, some are still in pairs which is less sad cause they still have each other, part of a pair, still with the hope that someday they might warm someones hands, but the single ones their usefulness is behind them, their owners fingers are tingling with cold & sadness for their lost warm friend……………

Graham

shepherdess walk apr 2012