In my 56 years on this planet, I have physically moved my residence, at this count, over 49 times. I suppose that says something - not sure yet if denial will fade on the self-examination process. Perhaps I am one of those curious creatures that must be constantly stimulated with new signals...because the background noise quickly becomes "the thrill of monotony". Yet I love to make fabric...such contradiction, as anyone knows finishing the last five incredibly boring inches on the body of the latest sweater or blanket.
Through this last move, however, I have been a busy knitter. Not productive, but as a student, as in the Latin "studere" the present active infinitive of "studeo", or "eager to learn". My lessons? I am exhausting the subject of linen, as a material I knew little about, but now find fascinating.
Rather than bore the reader with the technical details, I will wax on about the pleasures I have been discovering working with this marvelous material. I used linen thread quite a bit as a young man, when I had a leather business teaching and making custom items in NYC.
Waxed linen thread was THE material to hand stitch leather together...and I never bothered to learn why it was so good for that purpose. Nor what made it behave in a way that made the difference between something being merely ok and waxed linen, the magical gift of the artisan gods. I also know it from my weaving days, as a warp yarn and as a fabric. Again, I ignored it's siren call then...but not now.
But I digress. My goal this summer is to learn as much as possible how this stuff behaves, how it works as a knitting material, what makes it fail, where it succeeds, and the intersection of creativity and technical knowledge to make art.
As a child, I was referred to as a "tow head". Never knew what that really meant. Shaved bald, I really now am a tow head!
Been a busy guy. I'll hope to have something to show for it later. Right now, I am surrounded by lace samples, color swatches, pattern samples, books, tools to spin the stuff, and what the world has to offer about it on the web.
I am in flax heaven. I always liked those blue flowers, too!