My grandmother taught me to knit when I was eight years old with a patch as wide as this necklace. The scarf I wanted to make never became a scarf. Instead, she knitted something for me every year. Socks, scarves, a sweater for ballet class…. When she died, she left us unfinished knitting,
“sajet” in all colors and knitting needles. Warm scarves, meanwhile, I still haven’t knit. For the titles of my works with chains, I asked my family what my grandmother would have said when she saw it. ‘But that’s not knitted right at all. I would have done it straight! And she would be blinded by it so she wouldn’t see the whole piece.
photo by Rikki Siebens