It’s been almost three weeks of really traveling the cardinal directions of Seattle. Today I’m spending some time crocheting up huge strips of hand-dyed silk, alpaca and pearls for the wearable element of MMMM, and I also need to reflect upon and share some of the places I have been to. Thank you Delridge neighborhood for joining in with MMMM!
brother and sister crocheting duo
A diverse group of all ages
Now that Camp Long has been confirmed as the site for this installation integrated into the natural environment, interpreting and celebrating our urban creeks and watersheds, it felt good to be working just around the corner from the Longfellow Creek watershed at The Delridge Library , and sharing my project with members of the community the creek runs through.
It was one of my best attended events that wasn’t a street fair, several children playing hookie from homework made long beautiful chains, including 2 four years olds. Towards the end of the day, yarn was everywhere with kids running around the room eating animal crackers, and still crocheting. I loved it! For me, art and learning are both messy chaotic and wayfaring processes, full of sensory overload. So I was quite pleased with the rumpus! And glad I could create a space where children can mess around and babies can screech while mother messes around with yarn! Even my doula stopped by, Betsy Hoffmeister who is an activist in her community supporting mothers and children with birth and breastfeeding support.
Betsy and Becca
We have hardly seen each other since she was with me during the birth of my son, so I am really thrilled to have a tiny fuzzy whirlpool made by her hands join this long river. She sat and taught her daughter to crochet, as well as two other mother and child pairs.
Brenda teaches her son
Crocheting has been a way for me to generate my giant installations in tiny bits of time, because it’s a very simple looping process I can keep in a little bag and carry with me throughout my daily life. My ordinary experiences of watching my kid at the playground or waiting for a few minutes in the car get imbedded in the larger mythical narrative of my work.
I'm just waiting...not driving
I always feel like this correlates with how myths or archetypes would have been created, the repetition of the ordinary story until it transcends the individual. So to have these moments of mothers and children, passing hands through hands, recorded in knots in this work, to me, gives it some powerful magic.
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Mariko and little one
Robert and Tenny hold back nothing
babies don't crochet, but they sing for us
already a crocheting ace, taught by her grandmother
a tiny pool