The glove girl

An amazing contortionist, the glove girl can often be found curled-up in the glove compartment. She does not wear gloves. Instead, her hands are covered in words: in some parts soft as lambs; in others quite leathery and apparently water-resistant. Around her, anyone can become a palm-reader, an unraveller of mysteries. Her hands are mirrors, maps, pure poetry, a party trick. What she finds extraordinary, though, are naked hands: exposed and vulnerable – the gloveless ones. And only gestures for words! The glove girl reaches out to them. Sometimes she offers them the solace of silk or surgical protection (especially for timid or socially awkward hands). And sometimes, she just tries to hold them (gently) in the skin-whispered words of her own.