KNITTING. ALL THE THINGS.
Trying to finish some last Christmas gifts by basically endlessly tying knots, but DAMN they are pretty knots.
Hand making stuff…you put so much of yourself into something when you invest labor in an object.
It’s work. It’s repetitive. It’s meditative. It’s awesome. There’s a reason s many major religions assign repetitive tasks like counting beads and praying, for the Buddhists and the Christians…the repetition becomes a drone becomes a pattern, hypnotic like a techno beat…and you can feel time disappear.
I’ve always like repetitive, semi obsessive tasks…exactly for this reason. The instant quality of blowing glass never drew me – it was the repetition and muscle memory of turning the pipe, of repeating the same tasks over and over.
When I paint, it’s exactly the same thing. Pattern, and repetition…and then improvisational phrases within the structure. It’s a little like jazz, I guess.
Some older drawings…