1. My mother knit. I don't even want to used 'knitted' as an action verb in the past. It's more like she was knitting, as in knitting was her. It occupied her every spare mement, was given priority over parenting tasks.My earliest memories oare of waiting for he to finish counting stitches under her breath so I could ask her a question, make a modest plea for her attention. This obsession mystified me for a long time, until I made knitting a part of my art practice.
2. Agnes Martin. Almost everything about Martin inspires me. Turning her back to the world. Painting the same types of lines in similar hues on a daily basis--the luxury of this act, of emptying one's head by repetition is a creative act.Each stitch is a mark, and each one must be done to equal all the others; there are no shortcuts. It is meditative and satisfying. I am starting to understand my mother.
3. Anni Albers. She took weaving to a new level because the crafts were the only courses available to her at the Bauhaus school. She demonstrated that textiles can be lofty and intellectual and they can be craft--they can be everything.
4. Place. I collect wool and pigment when I travel. I seek wool from sheep that ate from the earth of that place to make work about that place. It makes me feel more than just a traveler skimming over the earth.
5. Abstract painting. When I knit, I am continuing the legacy passed along through blood and traditions that come from places of my origins. When I paint, I am painting the legacy of a male-dominated history and I, like every other contemporary painter perhaps, try to find my place in it.
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