Walking through Newcastle, on a sunny spring day, my attention was grabbed by this textile addition: a hand-sewn cloth sleeve slipped over a signpost. The knitted intervention softly interrupted the hard-edged geometry of the urban, inviting my touch onto the surrounding surfaces: I couldn't help but fondle the cloth, following its weave and wondering as to its origin, its catalyst, its design. Such sensual tactilities bring to the fore a consideration of all the surfaces and materials lining the streets, the buildings, the steps and benches through which we come to know the city. A moment of domestic softness seemed to fall from the sky and wrap itself around the signpost, to texture my own meandering thoughts with warmth.
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