12 Father's gloves

Wearing my Father’s gloves
Bronze 2003

When my father died in 1988, I asked if I could have his driving gloves as otherwise they would have been given or thrown away. In the winter, I used to wear them while walking my dog. They felt familiar, as if we were holding hands.

Through years of use, these gloves had taken on the shape of my father’s hands and now mine joined them. In 2003, I made a mould of the right-hand glove with my hand in it, so that when I made a wax of it and cast it into bronze it looked as if the glove was being worn (despite in fact being empty). It was the first bronze I made at Butley Mills Studios. I love the feeling that this glove gives: something I can touch that reminds me of my father and brings him closer.