Several months ago the phrase “knitted together” came to mind and stuck. I figured I could do something with it, visually.
Currently I’m working on it: a 20 x 16 inch composition done in colored pencil, gel pen and maybe acrylic ink or watercolor wash to mellow things out, depending on how my experiments run. No doubt we’ll post its image with the next “New Works” edition on the home page.
Likely a person viewing the finished work will think, “Gee, this artist knows nothing about knitting!” or “She really likes blue.” Both would be correct. As a lefty person, no right-handed knitter would take on the task of teaching me. I did ask several. (Much later I figured if we weren’t sitting side by side, but across from each other maybe I could work it out.) But anyway, though I admire those who can knit and what they make, I’m not interested in addressing apparel or blankets here.
My thoughts go towards life’s passage: what we keep, what we drift away from, our inclinations to or from, essentially what sort of life we weave. Some basic threads may revolve around religious faith, political party, and of course family unit. A family can be established biologically (one has relatives/mother/father/maybe siblings), with state assistance (nobody nearby to take care of you), and/or preference—getting old enough to select, choose, support, love and keep a family unit. The last option includes picking a mate and establishing a new family unit.
As little ones, there’s typically not a lot of choice involved. Accept circumstances as is or possibly perish. Typically this is when one’s religious and political affiliations are initiated; also food and relationship bias. We’re learning what’s safe and/or comfortable.
With development and mobility comes greater freedom to choose for those who seek it. This continues throughout one’s life span. Our knitting material lengthens, shortens, changes color, adds and subtracts, as every choice has effect.
What has stayed in my life—especially interests and proclivities—started young. Books and communication formed a large element. Despite the fact I didn’t talk until I was five I still usually understood what was being said. I used my own language for speaking until Kindergarten was on the horizon and the push for me to use English gained strength. This must have coincided with an inclination to speak to people I didn’t know.
My parents had also established a personal space and tools for me under a stairwell (think Harry Potter) where I could be by myself and draw. With three older siblings busy directing or ignoring me that became a haven.
Religion was mixed: mother Roman Catholic, father Methodist and later Unitarian. Political affiliation was Democrat, liberal; a consistent teaching was not to develop prejudices based on differences. Food was pretty standard “American,” with bits of Swiss and exotic European dishes.
Currently I’m working on it: a 20 x 16 inch composition done in colored pencil, gel pen and maybe acrylic ink or watercolor wash to mellow things out, depending on how my experiments run. No doubt we’ll post its image with the next “New Works” edition on the home page.
Likely a person viewing the finished work will think, “Gee, this artist knows nothing about knitting!” or “She really likes blue.” Both would be correct. As a lefty person, no right-handed knitter would take on the task of teaching me. I did ask several. (Much later I figured if we weren’t sitting side by side, but across from each other maybe I could work it out.) But anyway, though I admire those who can knit and what they make, I’m not interested in addressing apparel or blankets here.
My thoughts go towards life’s passage: what we keep, what we drift away from, our inclinations to or from, essentially what sort of life we weave. Some basic threads may revolve around religious faith, political party, and of course family unit. A family can be established biologically (one has relatives/mother/father/maybe siblings), with state assistance (nobody nearby to take care of you), and/or preference—getting old enough to select, choose, support, love and keep a family unit. The last option includes picking a mate and establishing a new family unit.
As little ones, there’s typically not a lot of choice involved. Accept circumstances as is or possibly perish. Typically this is when one’s religious and political affiliations are initiated; also food and relationship bias. We’re learning what’s safe and/or comfortable.
With development and mobility comes greater freedom to choose for those who seek it. This continues throughout one’s life span. Our knitting material lengthens, shortens, changes color, adds and subtracts, as every choice has effect.
What has stayed in my life—especially interests and proclivities—started young. Books and communication formed a large element. Despite the fact I didn’t talk until I was five I still usually understood what was being said. I used my own language for speaking until Kindergarten was on the horizon and the push for me to use English gained strength. This must have coincided with an inclination to speak to people I didn’t know.
My parents had also established a personal space and tools for me under a stairwell (think Harry Potter) where I could be by myself and draw. With three older siblings busy directing or ignoring me that became a haven.
Religion was mixed: mother Roman Catholic, father Methodist and later Unitarian. Political affiliation was Democrat, liberal; a consistent teaching was not to develop prejudices based on differences. Food was pretty standard “American,” with bits of Swiss and exotic European dishes.