Look at the picture and listen. Imagine the sound of someone knitting. Listen closer. Imagine them talking. The following fragments of speech -memories, thoughts, ideas and jokes- have already been woven into their knitting….no kidding, this is an art project!…and this is some of what people remembered round the city in July….
….my first steps, faltering, wobbly and just three…a human mobile with clowns and drummers…my mum would have loved this knitting project…I’m now obsessed with knitting….I’m thinking everything in this world is connected…my mam taught me to knit, love her and miss her….weary shoppers and the smell of chips…I wasn’t allowed to eat in the street…Carlisle had a theatre where the car park is now…so many people, so many histories, hidden in minds…knitting is hard! Communities work best in circles…knitting xxx…in round through and off…in round off, no wait, through, in? What? This is hard….its lovely to sit and relax with knitting…people too busy, people too shy….si sus a maia in the USA….I was surprised that I could knit…love Carlisle, what a super place…it’s stopped raining….real men knit….all men should knit…I remember Jesse my dear husband….Stanley, my helpmate
what will I do without you?… Nick read a poem while I was knitting…I remember my Grandad was awesome! …I like a bus ride in spring…I need my reading glasses on…I remember Chorlton and the Wheelies…happy memories, better than walking in the rain…Alzheimer ladies are good knitters…today I stood on a bee, simply for revenge. I feel awful about it…the baby cardigan was this blue with ‘Dolman’ sleeves…be happy…
I want to study in Carlisle not in Lancashire…what does it mean to have your cake and eat it? Thinking about my mother Agnes Blenkin….I remember being ‘trapped’ in Carlisle on flood night…knitting is fun and relaxing…I knit to clear my mind…someone left a lovely rose…how relaxing! I think I might take up knitting!…the music reminds me
how knitted for my children, heather playing cello, knitting again for the third time…
I remember having a knitting set with wooden needles…my gran taught me to knit and I can still do it! Bring back the Dundas gallery… I can’t believe I remember how to knit!
Aran identified the body…….. passing time….….I just saw a pigeon. I know they are so common but they are pretty and funnyish….concentration is so great, this is very worrying…such happy memories of my dear mum, Sheila McNeil, a great knitter…she would have loved to join in…today I’d rather knit than see my boyfriend….with love to Carlisle from Daphne, South Africa…four rows of moss stitch, very satisfying…my mother taught me to knit. I taught my granddaughter…learned how to knit. Might help my Nan now xx…for God so loved the world that he gave his only son that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life….what a lovely way to spend half an hour knitting…I learned how to knit today. Now I will knit blankets for Africa and people with broken hearts…Carlisle does have an art scene!…Don met Gladys on a Wednesday…stitched up at Carlisle, great fun, great idea
…I forgave my bullies…the little girl sang a rainbow and I wept…children singing, they try so hard…knitting is the new black…mefalicious Spotlight rules…my grandma taught me to knit and sew buttons on…my uncle taught me to knit in 1943. I was four….
…artist Janis Young’s project Carlisle Blanket…(that’s her on the left)…it’s ongoing, slow building…and you can be part of it at the Methodist Hall on Saturday…
