Wednesday, September 28, 2011

The Love That Dare Not Speak It's Name

Imagine, if you will, the case of the sick souls who have to hide their secret passions from the light of ordinary examination. These twisted, bent practitioners of activities so "abnormal" they shun the gaze of others, must be tortured with The Love That Dare Not Speak It's Name.

Their "love" so offensive to others, they live as marginalized outsiders, blending into the background, keeping their feelings hidden, passive and unspoken...except to their secret admirers. In order to hide their passions, they surround themselves with "normals" who act as barriers and normalizers for those unknowing...yet can act as heralds for those who are inflamed with this shared desire.

Yet, they pay taxes, rear children, have jobs, live in our communities and make great and small contributions to the public weal.

Are these serial killers? Child molesters? Ponzi schemers? No, Dear Reader...they are us.

Male knitters, crocheters, textile artisans, craftsmen, artists.

If memory serves me, in Sally Melville's book The Purl Stitch, there are several copy inches invested entreating male knitters to come out, be seen and be part of the community. That Sally...a true Rag Hag for us male knitters.

The problem working against this poor woman's entreaty is that advertisers drive fibers needing attention see women as their audience. After all, we men have so little economic power here, don't we? Or not.

I believe we have enormous power and influence. I'd love to test it. A male knitters magazine? Not required, but a few more pages added to address my interests would be appreciated.

I know. I know. A new shrug for Tyffany-Amber made from the latest fibre derived from South African grass clipping and the final, final sludge of wine-making will sell miles of yarn. The latest baby accessory with an AWWWWWW factor of 7.6 sells lots of lint. But these men...don't think they buy anything. Or do we?

“There are those that do and those that don’t”
“Those that will and those that won’t”

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Summer, tomatoes, new work

This Fall, the opening of the new Textie Arts Center space in Manhattan gives me a new opportunity. Despite some remaining issues with my arthritis, I will be teaching a course in seamless top-down garments. I have a ton of material to sift through, but I love being a resource to a new group of students.

I love seeing the light bulbs over their heads go on when they "see" a new idea or can envision something they did not know before. That moment is pure energy for me and spur me on to try new things.

In addition, I discovered a web site devoted to new materials for artists, inventors and designers, I want to try knitting with the stainless steel yarn they have sourced. It sounds like great stuff.