Toxic hyperbolic crochet is about to peak very soon here as the exhibition of The Irish Reef is opening on Sunday 12th and the setting up of the reef will commence next weekend.
In an effort to have a clear view of the way ahead which is best achieved by crochet methinks, I have combined it with the re-construction of our toxic reef, I have now more or less finished the Hundreds-And-Thousands Of Toxins piece that I have worked on for the last while and I’m now in serious toxic orange hyperbolic doily mode. I am working a cluster of Sainsbury bags with a little frilly edge as an ode to my Great Granny whom I have never met but whose crochet sampler book I have the privilege to have to hand for inspiration.
My hands are starting to speak to me using words like ‘hard’, ‘rest’, ‘strain’ when I work in plarn. I am mindful and only work it a little at a time and very soon my head will be clear and I will see the way forward equally clearly and I will be able to go back to working wool again… Unless the toxic muse has another idea she needs to manifest! We’ll see, for now I am looking forward to seeing our wonderful reef in all her glory out on public display!
Added later: While I continued working on these orange hyperboles I came to realize that my Great Granny would probably not ever have touched a plastic bag. Fascinating thought as she died approximately early to mid 20th century. And a scary thought how much damage we humans have actually managed to do to our planet in one single century. Alarmingly scary, as a matter of fact!
