Why Can't I Touch It? is a spectral silhouette, a noir relic rendered in laser-cut MDF and backlit with icy LEDs. This wall-mounted piece depicts a pair of delicate gloves—high contrast and high drama—caught mid-gesture, frozen like forensic evidence from a failed seduction or corporate masquerade.
Painted in matte black with a sharply stenciled lace pattern, the gloves evoke both elegance and surveillance. They’re theatrical, fetishistic, forensic. At once ornamental and ominous, they nod to drag, luxury, and death. When lit from behind, the perforated lace glows faintly—a ghost signal from the grid beneath the skin.
This is iconography recontextualized: glamour as weapon, costume as identity glitch. Equal parts war paint and lingerie, the gloves suggest what remains after power has touched flesh and receded. A relic of softness engineered to haunt.
