Oh, trust me. I am knitting . . . endless, ever-longer rows on my Waffle Pullover sweater (which I clearly will not be “banging out” by the end of the month, by the way). So rather than share all the tedious details of my knitting (alleged) “progress,” I thought I’d share a Not Knitting project with you today instead.

Because I have finished another of my “chunky books.” (A project that has long-languished in the emotional mire I reserve solely for my art.)

I love making these little chunky books (this is my second; you can see my first one here). Mixed media. Quotes. Stenciling. Painting. Embellishing. Book binding. Endlessly entertaining. Never boring.

I started making the pages for this chunky book about a year ago. I planned six signatures, with each one representing a “pillar” to help me fight the despair I was feeling back in the early days of the current administration. I thought of it as my “sanctuary” project, as it provided me an escape from the news and a way to find some flow in the making. The “pillars” . . . Joy. Kindness. Connection. Resilience. Light. Hope.

Working on this book did help me . . . but as spring arrived, I got busy with other things (remember my trip to England? my kitchen re-model? Erin’s visit? Garden season, cabin season, a Solstice party?) and Life got in the way. I laid the chunky book aside . . .

until a couple of weeks ago, when I pulled the project out again – hoping to finally wrap it up and finish it. Sometimes old and unfinished projects will serve as a barrier for me. They hang over my head and tie up my heart, and I find I can’t start anything new. And this chunky book was one of those projects: a barrier. So I decided to make it a focus for myself; a priority in my art studio. So I could move on.

The first thing I had to deal with when I got the project out again . . . was all those truly icky emotions just emanating from the pages; emotions I needed to deal with all over again. Because these pages tapped right back into all the bad sh*t I’d been dealing with from those early DOGE days . . . and the angst and dread I was feeling about my upcoming England trip . . . and the guilt I felt about re-doing my kitchen. The unfinished project took me back to an emotionally difficult time.

I thought about just pitching the project altogether (which is what I do with knitting or sewing projects that aren’t working for me). I also thought about picking through my completed pages for things that didn’t feel so bad . . . to repurpose them for some other project down the road.

But . . . no. I decided to finish instead. Because there IS power and deep emotion for me in these pages — and isn’t that the whole PURPOSE of ART in the first place? To express what it is that I’m feeling? Because this “piece” – this chunky book – does that. It holds a bleak time in my life. It’s an expression of my outrage and fear and angst — and my attempt to turn that aside by creating a “sanctuary” for myself.

So I finished it. I completed the pages. I created a cover. I re-learned the tricky binding. And there you have it. A chunky book that reflects . . . emotion and icky feelings AND my ways of dealing with them. (When I showed it to my friend Karen, she didn’t feel the angst. She felt the strength from the “pillars.” So there you go.)

Art . . . really is all about expression. It’s what you feel when you look at it. . . whether you’re the maker or the viewer.

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You can see more of the inside pages if you’d like . . . here in my Field Notes.

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And in the Proof of Knitting deparment . . . the tedium continues. (Also Sophie Scarf #3 nears the finish line.)