Monday, 9 June 2014

Honesty Through Crochet

 I have been absent for quite a while now.  A lot needed to change and a lot has.  A lot of lessons have been learnt and not and there has been a lot of happiness and sadness along the way.  Besides being fairly busy I have felt like I haven't been able to contribute a great deal to my art making.  This is thankfully changing now.  I taught myself to crochet (albeit very basically for now) and this has tied in with a few markers in my life that have caused change.  I am still struggling with the changes, however, have felt that the crochet and the medium with which I am constructing these strips can form a physical manifestation of the thing that isn’t tangible in my life but at the moment seems to be consuming it.  The act/art/tradition of crochet and knitting is to create something that warms, comforts, protects.  Three things I am deliberately not allowing the strips to do, through the various household strings, strimmer thread and lengths of washing line.  I haven’t decided yet how to present the strips.  It has to demonstrate that physicality cannot console the intangible.       

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