Dear Sarah Jane,Oh my lord, you are too funny. A crocheted skirt? A Jane Eyre dream? Obsessive cleaning? I miss you.
Today I was wearing a little headscarf a la Hilda Ogden, plus my mint coloured t-shirt with the myopic rabbit that I got in Sydney and black short shorts.
It was my day off so we went on a mission to a really amazing art gallery about 45 minutes from here. It's called MASS MoCA and it is housed in an old New England style brick factory. It is enormous, so most of the work they show there is large scale installation. I thought of you when I saw the piece to your left. It was piles and piles of rope handknotted by a single artist. We had this whole discussion with the tour guide about how she doesn't use knitting implements when she creates her work (just her bare hands grrrr), and she doesn't like to use words like crochet and knitting when she's talking about her stuff because of the whole feminine connotations thing. I'd love to know what you think of that.
I also saw some work that was kind of a cross between Bridget Riley and Simon Morris. It made me a wee bit queasy actually. I had a nap in the car on the ride home after that, just like a six year old. All tuckered out.
For my next post, I'll be writing the first of a series of American beer reviews for you. Get your virtual thirst on, baby.
Much love,
Rebecca xxxxxxxx
Well. It seems that the necessity to distance oneself from such a thing displays a preoccupation with the matter, definitely. Also, an ignorance in handwork history - traditionally, knitting has been as much a man's as a woman's pursuit witness: fishermen's sweaters.
ReplyDeleteAnd that's all I have to say about that.
I can almost hear you sniffing haughtily.
ReplyDeleteyou hear correctly.
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