So much of my problem with the art world (a long-standing grudge that has probably kept me from reaching my own potential as an artist) is the unfettered arse-suckery which artists are expected to perform like 2 dolla whores in order to have a prayer of peddling their wares. To wit: Each Knit Motorcycle sculpture explores the traditional icons of… Read more →
I’m just never gonna make socks. And that puffball crap, I sweartagad I didn’t buy that… Give me a shout if you want to trade. I love chunky knits, but will take worsted weight, etc.