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"Being an artist does mean knowing something about oneself.
The
way in which you do that is through working." (Bridget Riley)
There are so many images and feelings that come into my mind around knitting. Of course, there is Ariadne with her ball of yarn trustfully and manipulatively placed into the hands of the treacherous Theseus. I think of 'Les Tricoteuses' who sat, imperturbable, as people lost their heads (that's one way of coping I suppose!). I think of the dales-people who would walk from from one place to another with a ball of yarn under their arm
knitting as they went along; of those old black and white photographs of
women knitting outside their cottages in the now lost community of St
Kilda's absorbing the few rays of sun that shone on their lives; and of
the women who knitted socks and warmers and scarves for their men in the
trenches. I think of my mother, not to be idle, setting a rhythm and a
calm to an evening as she knitted with barely a glance at what she had in
her hands.
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17 Veiled
thoughts 2003 mixed media,
40 x 36 x 28cm |
26 Helmet 2005,
mixed media,
37 x 25 x 31cm. |
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16 Balanced thoughts 2003,
mixed media,
52 x 23 x 20cm |
24 Egg & Dart 2004,
mixed media,
55 x 30 x 20cm. |
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228 Fellow travellers
2005,
charcoal & pencil,
78
x 58cm, |
42 Fellow travellers 2007, pencil & gouache,
104 x 66cm. |
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11 Discarded 2002,
charcoal & pencil,
77 x 57cm. |
19 Curtaining 2003, charcoal &
pencil,
77 x 57cm. |
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