About the work

Somebody must have dropped this mitten, then walked on. Perhaps they were carrying something large, or were in a hurry, or simply didn't notice it slip. It sits there, a small sun, in a place that has forgotten the sun. The hand it once warmed could be anywhere now: working, resting, holding another mitten, or perhaps even gone. Its mate is still somewhere, waiting to be reunited or perhaps already lost to the same fate, folded into a drawer or tucked into a pocket, its purpose halved. This mitten stays, marking the spot where a person became one mitten lighter.