White gloves as a symbol of resistance

From the opening on I saw them on my place.
A place where I already had no space.
They where just lying, simply just being there.
But still it looked just ugly.

Why where they there?
Guessing the institution wants to protect it.
It seems like the institution thinks people are afraid of touching paper.
Protect it from what? People?
Art is for people.
Not always but we try.

So I took them away from there.
Simply just in my pocket.
At the opening the security was asking me  where are the gloves?
I didn’t know, you know?
Maybe.
I don’t know.
What?
No.

From the first day I visited my sketchbook and it felt like a meet and greet everytime.
asking us how we are and if we like the place or not?
We didn’t choose the place, but we kinda liked it there.
It showed how important we were for the curator by putting the book on the corner of the space.

But at least a picture of animals was next to it.
„Because people need to have a clear reference“
So the clear reference were simply animals.
I actually referenced the other side of the space, next to this big black table.

But the animals, cute.

I had to be smaller then Füger.
Funny I wasn’t in the room with him.
But I actually wanted to be in a room with him.
he didn’t let me.
Although I was now smaller then Füger.
24 x 30!!
Okay maybe with the frame a bit bigger.
I didn’t measure but maybe like 3 - 4 cm.
Füger is at least 30 x 40.
Maybe Füger didn’t want me there.
I guess he would have hated photography, as old fashioned drawers and painters do still today.
But I’m not only photography actually.

The stolen white gloves are now in my studio.
I guess I have an allergy to the latex gloves I use for working with chemicals.
Still not sure, but my skin weirdly dry.
I wore this white gloves for protection.
Therefore the white gloves from the institution protected me.
Thank you institution for protecting.
I needed more protection, so I visited the sketchbook as usual.
I saw immediately white gloves.
in my pocket.

The last week the exhibition guard came to me really frustrated that they always disappear.
Sorry.
On the last day I brought them all back
For the ones on the floor, sorry there was no space anymore.