More impromptu knittingPosted: August 16, 2011
Amy Twigger Holroyd:
My week at Aspex is over, too quickly! The intensive week of experimentation sparked off lots of new ideas, which I’m looking forward to exploring further in future.
This is the completed chair-repaired-by-knitting. A row of nails along the back of the frame allowed me to knit a new (somewhat dysfunctional) seat. I love the idea of an object becoming the tool for mending itself – and that the final appearance of the repair is controlled to a large degree by the tool and process. A few people commented on how savage the nails look, compared to the seeming fragility of the knitting.
I made this coat-hanger-knitting-machine on my first day in the gallery, when I was hunting for anything hook-like that I could improvise into a knitting machine. First, I knitted a little piece using scrap yarn and some random objects as weights (an egg cup, 2 pairs of broken sunglasses, a Power Ranger and some beads). On my way into the gallery on my last day, I impulsively popped into the car boot sale and picked up an old blouse. I chopped it into one continuous strip, with some features still recognisable, and knitted it on the hangers. It’s like the hangers have ganged up on a garment in the wardrobe, and reformed it to their own taste. I like imposing a knitted structure onto a woven garment, too. (As I told a visitor to the gallery, I stand firmly on the knit side of the knit-weave divide).
I took my improvised knitting machine experiments outdoors on Saturday, knitting with electrical cables on the railings outside the Royal Garrison Church. It was a fun experience – and I got to meet lots of dog walkers – but next time I want to use something much thicker to knit with – like rope, yum.
More improvised knitting machines, on a smaller scale. I used plumbing parts as french knitting bobbins, attaching the nails with loads of elastic bands and working with the junctions to create multiple knit outlets. A pipe that can knit its own water, maybe?
This wheel had been looking at me all week, asking for a knit-based repair. It wasn’t until Sunday that I swung into action, crocheting it a scalloped replacement tyre.