ALL THE WOOL MY MOTHER NEVER KNITTED by DI CLAY
Come and look. The Methodist Hall, Saturday 21st November. This project is a beautiful complex elegaic journey.
So what do you think? Too wordy? Too wooly? And look at the way the image of me -the no go logo agogo on my blogtop- seems to connect to wool and the knitting sticks that will make of it something new. Maybe I yam not made from pixels but from what is spun from the coats you every year fleece from the sheep.
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