This post is entirely the fault of one Jack Of All Craft, who spotted this picture in my last post:-
…and mentioned that famous Escher drawing:-
Well she had a point, didn’t she? So of course I had to recreate this artwork just a little more closely. And because this plan had difficult-to-do and a-bit-bonkers-and-creative written all over it, I was powerless to resist. For anyone who hasn’t been watching, the purple sleeve above is from the resurrected jumper-of-doom. And in order to set up this photograph, I had to knit the first bit of the second sleeve too. Determined to get this thing done, I worked like a demon. You have no idea how much neglect of my children went into the making of the photograph that I’m about to show you*. Also, you’re probably blissfully unaware of how tricky it is to photograph your own arms laid in opposite directions, in crappy ambient light with the Toddler Twinnage nipping at your ankles. (If you are, you have my sympathy.) So don’t expect much photographic brilliance, OK? Right, here we are, for the enjoyment of the bonkers amongst you. Anyone sane-and-sensible, avert your eyes now.:-
If I had infinite time, money, and yarn, I’d dedicate my days to recreating famous artworks with a yarny twist. But sadly, I have to work for a living.
Gotta love an Escher: he, of the haircut like surfable waves and the drawings of impossible buildings. I’ve just been reading up on him on Wikipedia. Apparently 1922 was “an important year of his life”. But what? My status anxiety is leaping up a couple of notches, here. I’ve been alive for 42 years and so far I’ve never yet had An Important Year. In fact, I’m not entirely sure that I’ve even achieved An Important Week. What on earth am I doing wrong, people??
In other news, a large additional lump of arctic qiviut has arrived. I think I may be just a little in love…
* Not really.