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FO: Lyttelton

Tuesday, August 17th, 2010

Back in May I cast on the stitches for my Lyttelton in Blacker Designs‘ 4-ply, organic, pale blue Corriedale. This exact shade appears to be no longer in stock, but if I was knitting Lyttelton again, I’d stick with the Corriedale and maybe knit the design in blue denim, turquoise, or the beautiful olive green shade as I think this is a lovely fibre to knit with. It is light and springy in the hands and creates a warm garment with good stitch definition and a pleasing, fuzzy halo.

I hadn’t heard of Corriedale until Brenda told me it was her favourite fibre to spin; apparently it has a fantastic liveliness and bounce. The knitted fabric is warm, but it also has a robust, non-delicate quality, which means that one’s Corriedale Lyttelton can be worn for boisterous activities such as tree-climbing and foolish, simian posturing.

Why is it that the really juicy mulberries are all quite high up in the tree?

Luckily my underarm seams turned out well enough that I feel no shame at all in stretching forth to reach those tasty berries.

A very unripe mulberry.

It took me rather longer to make Lyttelton than I thought it would because I could only really knit it in small snatches between doing all the art projects I have been working on lately, and it is the kind of garment which – for my modest knitting pace – would have advanced much faster if I could have spared a couple of afternoons to work intently on it. However I really enjoyed the way those repeats steadily multiplied on my needles between non-knitting jobs, and the row-repeats are just long enough that completing each tilted ladder lozenge felt like an accomplishment and not a slog. The charts for the pattern are easy to get the hang of, and I enjoyed the clear and precise instructions that Kate provided.

The way that Lyttelton comes together at the end is satisfying in the same way that Elizabeth Zimmerman’s Baby Surprise Jacket is; you have this ungainly flat knitted thing on the needles, you steam and fold and sew it into place, and voila, a wearable garment emerges! I also liked how the Corriedale could be spliced as I went along so that at the end there were very few ends left to sew in, and the k1, p1 ribbing completes the whole thing in a fashion that is neat, but not too girly for my tastes.

I do like the way the design can be nipped in at the waist with the aid of a brooch pin, or tossed slouchily around the shoulders, shawl-style.

I think this is my new favourite knitted thing!

FO: Lyttelton by Kate Davies
Yarn: 4-ply Corriedale from Blacker Designs (3 balls)
Needles: 2.75mm and 3.25mm circulars (I think?)
Ravelled: here

The LISTEN hat™

Wednesday, March 31st, 2010

I had another look through the Sound Art To-Do-List and was gratified to see that I am (mostly) on track with various sound-related projects and jobs at the moment. The recent counting prevails with WW points, £-watch and some happy knitting maths. It turns out that a 15-stitch-wide S is not an easy thing to chart. Several attempts involving sellotaping layers of graph paper over each other on the window (lofi-lightbox) resulted in the following solution, which I think will do nicely for my purposes.

In the course for working out the charts for the letters LISTEN for my LISTEN hat™, I came across the beautiful abecedarium project by Unionpurl. I love all the knitting history that she includes on posts concerning individual letters – for example all the words and images about Turkish knitting in her T is for Turkey post, or all the lovely Red information in R is for Red letters. I was so distracted by the beauty and intricacy of Unionpurls’ tasty letters that I could easily have become distracted into researching the history for each individual letter on my LISTEN hat™, but I intend to press on with it rapidly. I need to make it literally FLY OFF MY NEEDLES in time for all the occasions on which I will need it this Spring/Summer to assist in all my sonic doings.

I have been on a grey/brown/neutral kick for a long time now because of a combination of elements; firstly, the walnut dye experiment proved to be a delicious journey in browns, and I became really obsessed with dyeing things with black walnuts.* Secondly – and relatedly** – I have fallen in love (hard) with the natural colours of sheep fleeces. And thirdly, the colour tones of the sky and the trees and everything I like to look at have been overwhelmingly white, mushroomy, grey, silver, cream, ivory, slate, chocolate, earthen, ashy, beige, peaty, tea-coloured, dried-up-leaf brown, faded ochre, dulled rust or ebony over recent months. And though I have found this long cold Winter hard, I have embraced this palette and am happy to now own one outfit in which everything is the same shade of gorgeous Wintry DINGE.

However Spring is coming and the LISTEN hat™ will be knit in bright, decadent shades to celebrate the richness of the entire listening experience and the impending sunshine.

These are the colours I intend to employ in the LISTEN hat™ which will come with the following features:

1. earflaps for exposing the naked ears to the soundwaves present in any environment or shielding and protecting the ears in situations where the listener deems such protection necessary
2. a pocket for earplugs for those times when the listener wishes to internally browse sonic memories, or hear thoughts without interference
3. an angora lining*** which will act as a pop-shield for binaural microphones when the listener wishes to wear them and pick up sounds other than THE WIND BLOWING ACROSS THE MICROPHONE HEADS****
4. an emphatic linguistic reminder to the listener, to focus attention on that specific task whenever wearing said hat

The desire for the LISTEN hat™ has arisen both from my deepening obsession with listening to everyday sounds, and from my own observations re: how much I talk. To tell the truth, sometimes I feel like ‘The Chatty Hunter’ from my favourite Orange commercial, featuring the late Patrick Swayze. One of the features of recording my conversations regularly, is that I am now hyper-aware of my regrettablee tendency to interrupt other people and to be effusively noisy in exactly the crass way that Swayze is against in his characterisation of ‘The Silent Hunter.’ So I am interested in finding a way to remind myself of the power of LISTENING, and have decided to make the idea of my metaphorical ‘listening’ hat, into a knitted reality. Unlike Swayze’s potential protagonist, I have no intentions of become a silent assassin. However I do want to get better at quietly hunting sounds and I think the hat will be a powerful tactile/aural/visual reminder of this intention.

One of the things I am super excited about is the role that I hope the hat will play in my ongoing research for the A4074 podcast/walking/radio project, which I intend to exhibit/broadcast as my final major PhD work this Autumn. This project is all about connecting to a landscape on foot that I have experienced hundreds – maybe thousands – of times in a car, but only a few times at the intimate level of walking. Listening is an important way of connecting with a place, as it gives wonderful spatial information about the lay of the land, the size of clearings in the forest, the height of trees, the density of a hedge, and so on. I also find that listening is strangely intimate as soundwaves physically touch my ears in a way that I can physically feel. I know that technically lightwaves touch my eye, but I do not feel this contact in the same bodily way that I feel sounds.

However there is also for me a tactile relationship between place and the body which extends from listening to wool. Knitting can be used to transcribe aspects of a landscape into clothes – which can then be worn in that landscape – and this for me is like an extension of that physical listening experience; a way of bringing the body and the imagination together in order to inhabit or experience a profound sense of place.

Alice Starmore’s yarns and their colour stories for me reflect the tactile noticing or observation that knitting can bring to one’s vision of a landscape. When I read the colour stories, I feel like I am experiencing a way of seeing the world with the eye’s hands.***** Kate already wrote very beautifully about the connections she found between Starmore’s colour stories and the process of knitting with those yarns and then wearing her resultant hat in the very places that informed the colourways, but I have a slightly different experience of the Starmore yarns because I am not familiar so much with her Hebridean landscapes. However I am finding that as I knit with them and walk along the A4074, I am dreaming up new colourways, reflective of the Oxfordshire flora and fauna, shades like:

Rustling corn – a blend of silvery, pearly whites mixed with creams and yellows and faded greens and brown, shadowy accents.

Acorn – a radiant, golden brown blended from ochre, golden yellow, peanut-butter brown and a blush (just the tiniest hint) of lime green.

Weathervane – a barely black mix of slate grey and blueish black, shot through with little accents of rust red and a patina of frosty white.

…and so on.

I do not have photos for the Red Kite that dominates the skies along the A4074 or the pheasants that I find so regionally distinctive (I really never saw so many until I moved to Oxford) or the bright yellow fields of rape which unfold like a flag for two weeks around May as you crest the hill leading down towards Ipsden, or the blue flowers which line that same stretch of the A4074 at the height of Summer. But I should like to find colourways for all of those things, and for the beech trees which create such a grand stillness in the forests around Cane End, and for the hedgerows and their bounty of sloes and hawthorn in the Autumn. But in the meantime, I shall play with Starmore’s yarns and make my listening hat and wear it while I explore all the treasures in those places that I have not yet uncovered.

*in fact I still have the dyepot in my shower in case I need to re-dye my sweater or brighten up a dull skein.
**I am intrigued by the different qualities in brown-ness between walnut-dyed white yarn and inherently brown yarn. Even when the shade of brown is ostensibly the same i.e. it would look the same if it was painted on a shade card, the actual yarn is totally different because of the way the colour pervades and saturates.
***an idea I first encountered via Kate’s amazing knitted designs, notably her peerie sampler hat and her headband.
****a sound which is scrambled far beyond its normal sounds by translation into digital formats.
*****if you can talk about ‘the mind’s eye’ surely you can talk about ‘the eye’s hands?’

Generosity and Numbers

Thursday, March 25th, 2010

This weeks’ numbers are all about generosity. Not only have I been generous to myself with my WW points (woops!) but I have also been given many things this week that have made me think about gifts and the role that kindness plays in material sustenance.

For instance Liz turned up at Sticks’n'String this week with a food parcel for me! I was very touched by this gesture but also concerned that perhaps I had been whingeing a little bit *too* much about my circumstances in last weeks’ numerical roundup. I must stress that I am viewing being broke and bigger than I want to be as amazing opportunities to get better at budgeting and eating sensibly as I feel my skills are very wanting in both of these regards. I welcome the creative challenge of counting more carefully and trying to live with/on less, and I am hopeful that it may improve my mathematical powers to apply a numerical understanding to food and money. I am blogging about my explorations in this area because I am certain I cannot be the only person who struggles with numbers, and I have been enjoying other blog projects which look at different economics – like the economics of craft at PYF’s woollen mill last week, or Cargo Cult Craft’s investigation of ‘wartime ration fare’ allegedly on sale in the Imperial War Museum or Colleen’s posts on thrifty food. I remember enjoying the practicality and thoughtfulness with which Katie noted the price of producing her Framed Baby Blanket when she blogged about that, and being struck a few years ago by the rich complexity and difficulty in Ani Di Franco’s open letter to Ms. Magazine concerning her monetary sense vs her view of herself as an Artist. In summary, I think our personal economics are fascinating, culturally loaded, difficult territories absolutely worth exploring from all angles, and I do not mind the squeeze I am in at the moment because 1. I know it’s only temporary and 2. it is proving to be a valuable learning experience.

But for all that, it has been very nice indeed to munch my way through measured portions of dried fruit, deliciously sweet cherry tomatoes, M&S roasted vegetable couscous, topical apples and all the other tasty noms that were contained in Liz’s generous food parcel and I very much appreciated it, so thank you. I have also been massively helped out by Mark, who – in exchange for my lending him my car while he had his serviced – *filled* my tank with costly petrol and has thus ensured that should I need to get anywhere at all this week, I can. Both of these things were quite humbling experiences for me and in terms of counting, reminded me how generous people are and of the part that gifts, exchange and kindness play in my domestic economics.

Gifts have also been involved in my recently completed unspun icelandic shawl, the yarn having been given to me by Kate in response to my extreme love for all things super-sheepy. The pattern was also free to me, being the Winter 2009 Knitty’s Bitterroot, and I was given a lot of helpful (free) advice from my fellow knitters in knitting it, notably Judith’s amazing yardage calculator spreadsheet (which truly is a feat of mathematical talents!) and advice from Ravellers ThereseS and Manisha, who shared their insights into knitting unspun Icelandic yarn without breaking it.

Unspun Icelandic Shawl.

This all reminds me that the craft world is full of informal exchange and amazing generosity; for instance check out the beautiful skirt that Zoe made from cleared-out-bits of other peoples’ stash this month or consider the exchange values at work in a destash/yarn-swap. I have been thinking to myself this week that the time that members of the Guild of Oxford Weavers, Dyers & Spinners are willing to give to novices learning to spin lumpen, questioning yarns, is amazingly generous…

Another ball of learning wool.

I therefore present Wednesday and Thursday’s numbers and knitting with the caveat that they are only a partial representation of my personal economy, and that there are many things which sustain me that cannot be counted in numerical terms. In short, I am lucky and people are very generous to me.

Wednesday’s Numbers:

WW points consumed: 28
£s spent: £2.30 on very necessary coffee, 49p on a Crunchie and £4.95 on rail travel from Reading to Oxford

Menu: White chocolate flavoured ready brek and hot chocolate for breakfast, (massive chocolate cravings were afoot!) M&S Couscous, apple and Cadbury’s Crunchie for lunch, LOTS of lentil lasagne (so much tastier than it sounds…) for supper, and dried fruit & nuts for snacks.

Thursday’s Numbers:

WW points consumed: 26.5
£s spent: 0

Menu: Fruit & Nut porridge plus loads of milk for breakfast, 2 helpings of the delicious lentil lasagne, 1 hot cross bun, 1/2 an apple and dried fruit for lunch; pickles, tomatoes and an apple for supper.

Knitting numbers:

Patterns worked on this week: 2 – Bitterroot and wazz’s woollen winter walking outfit #1.

FO – Tweed Bag

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

I am sorry to bore you all to death with yet another one of these bags.

However I cannot stop myself from making this pattern; everytime I turn out those cute pockets I begin visualising yet another lining/outer fabric combo and when I surveyed the moth-eaten pile of ebay-won Harris Tweed left over from the Maudette, I realised that I could cut between the holes and have myself my very own packed-lunch bag.

The tweed, lined with interfacing, gives amazing structure to the bag and the colours are beautiful.

Knitting seems to have taken the bag over; there appear to be two balls of yarn in there rather than the tasty lunch I have prepared today involving lentil burgers and pepper/onion relish…

Tuesday’s numbers:

WW points consumed – 19
£££ spent – £4.95 on train ticket, £1.50 on strong coffee at the Global Cafe later, for Sticks’n'String

Menu:

Sultana and cinnamon ready brek for breakfast, lentil burgers in pitta with pepper salsa for lunch, sweet potato and tomato soup for dinner

Counting

Tuesday, March 9th, 2010

I got back from Edinburgh to discover that my bank have cancelled my overdraft facility. This is good on one hand as it means I am not constantly living in overdraft mode; however it is also bad as it means I have far less money this month than I was budgeting for. The situation is manageable, but shall require dedicated thrifting in order to remain stable.

With encouragement from Lara, I have therefore decided to turn my number-crunching this week into a blogging challenge. We enjoyed much packed-lunch fare and tupperware joy whilst in Edinburgh and this shall continue for the rest of March, with much fanfare, photographing of noms, and detailed expense-accounting.

Lunchbox NOMS! These are mushrooms slowly roasted in oyster sauce, ketjap manis and chinese cooking wine. Hurrah for the power of condiments.

The careful attention to budgeting numbers will be synchronised with a second system of counting, since I am currently following the excellent Weight Watchers scheme, and am therefore keeping a watchful eye on the points contained in what I eat. (Mushroom NOMS = 0 points hurrah!)

The start of the challenge is easy since it will mostly involve using up everything that is currently in the fridge and the cupboards, cycling and using my student railcard in place of driving, and writing down everything that I spend and everything that I eat. Mark is away this week and will not mind me using up things which would otherwise run out of date or rot, and there is plenty of joy in his freezer for me to get through, such as the bags of chickpea-vegetable curry (2 points) which I bagged up and froze in a cooking spree last week.

Sunday night NOMS = 2 points. It looked better once defrosted.

Monday’s numbers:

WW points consumed – 22.5
£££ spent – £7.50 on train ticket, £5.85 on WW treats (£1 saved in coupons!)
lbs lost – 3.5 (since 2 weeks ago)

Menu:

Muesli and skimmed milk for breakfast, marinated tofu and rice lunchbox for lunch, fish pie and veg for dinner.

Fish Pie NOMS! I am aware that my photos of food taken indoors in the dark are probably unappetising to you, sorry about that. Please to note that I only make tasty NOMS.

Top thrifting points:

Marinade for tofu watered down and reused for slow-cooking the mushroom snacks; the water from these cooked mushrooms additionally saved for a risotto later in the week.

The ends of an old jar of instant coffee were instantly recontextualised as smart urban take-out-coffee thanks to the magical powers of my ‘I am not a paper cup.’ Options hot chocolate (1 point) enjoyed in a similar fashion for the cost of boiling a kettle once to fill a thermos.

How I love my ‘I am not a paper cup.’ It was a present from my secret santa this year in the family gift exchange and I use it nearly every day and consider it to be a thing of utter wonder. Its glazed porcelain surfaces do NOT taste a little bit like everything that was ever in it before,* it feels warm and lovely in the hands, the wind never blows it away, and I never worry that perhaps a leaky seam in its side may cause structural collapse.**

But back to thrifting…old parsnips and cauliflower were integrated into mash topping of fish pie for fewer calories, more flavour, and waste reduction. I hasten to add that the cauliflower and parsnip were not very old, just a little bit past their best, but perfect for inclusion in a tasty fish-pie topping.

Highlights:

Printed food!

The red onions that I roasted*** before slicing into the tofu/rice box printed blue/purple lines onto the tofu so that it totally matched the tea towel I took in my picnic kit with its impressions of yellowed paper and smudged ink. The joys of matching food/tableware are perhaps not to everyone’s delight but it made me very happy to have ‘printed’ food.

This is the tea towel, purchased in Brighton in a sale in 2007 and much cherished. It is one of Julie Haslan’s and I love how its design is taken from the worn pages of old, handwritten recipes – some of the loveliest and most evocative kitchen items to come across. This tea towel reminds me of some favourite posts by some favourite people.

This is the marinated tofu (chinese cooking wine, ketjap manis, oyster sauce, slow cooked for an hour) which has been printed with a little purple/blue mark by the onions. Art NOMS.

Using my Y-peeler to turn the carrots into ‘ribbons’**** before steaming them was also totally worth it for textural/flavoursome nommage.

Fun:

After the sonic tuck shop installation last week, (more of this later) I find myself with a surfeit of cheap, sugar-free beverages in the house. The tasty cream soda, when combined with some gelatine and a little bit of extra light cream cheese, makes a tasty cream layer for a raspberry ripple dessert. (0.5 points.)

In summary, Monday’s numbers are quite good although the railfare to Guildford (I was checking out a print studio for an Arts Council funding application I’m working on) plus my spending at the WW meeting all ate into my budget. Tuesday involves lentil burgers, sweet potato and tomato soup, and further appreciation of the ‘I am not a paper cup’ mug and the domestic bliss teatowel.

*unlike the plastic/metal thermo cups which taste a little bit of soup even if you’ve only ever had tea in them.
**the worst cup of coffee I have ever purchased was, I am sad to say, purchased in my own home town of Croydon from the Allders Mall. Not only did it taste like engine grease, but Mark and I were obliged to drink it standing over a bin in Queen’s Park Gardens, hoping desperately that the bulging/leaky seams along the bottom were not going to collapse, scalding us both in the crack-strength contents. Do not buy coffee in the Allders Mall if you are in Croydon. Or if you do, please to use your handy ‘I am not a paper cup’ to prevent this kind of stress.
***seriously, if you have no time at all in your life, just throw some onions in the oven and forget about them for 40 minutes. When you come back they will be sweet and tasty, roasted right through and ready to chop into anything you want onion-joy in. I like onions cooked this way as they remain distinctly oniony and do not disintegrate into the sauce as is so often the case.
****a fierce idea plagiarised shamelessly from the wonderful Cook Yourself Thin cookbook, only in there they do it with courgettes and then griddle cook them.

Gentle Fire

Monday, March 1st, 2010

Gentle Fire is a bit of an obsession for me; it is an Alvin Lucier score which I have written about before, and what fascinates me is its imaginative, material treatment of sound. I find it really interesting that realising any version of the score involves collecting sounds from life – a process which me and my Edirol are constantly engaged in – and extending thoughts about sound to an exploration of which sounds we consider to be ‘beautiful’ and which sounds we consider to be ‘difficult.’ Gentle Fire is, for me, set apart from other experimental music scores in both its accessibility, and in its suggestive and imaginative qualities. The score itself has a sort of speculative quality, whereby just reading it and speculating on sounds as a result, does something to one’s perception of sound.

The score is entirely text-based; there is no musical notation, instead there is a series of instructions, which I have been endeavouring to follow for two and a half years now;

Collect, on tape, examples of ambient sound events such as those made by

Screeching Brakes, Chattering Guests, Warring Gangs, Rioting Prisoners, Stalling Motors etc.

Using an electronic music synthesiser or any equivalent configuration of electronic components, process the examples in such a way that they become transformed into what could be perceived as sound events of different origin such as those made by

Ocean Waves, Wind in Trees, Flowing Streams, Boiling Tea, Cooing Doves etc.

For example, Snarling Dogs become Crunching Snow; Crashing Planes, Laughing Girls; and Manoeuvring Tanks, Ocean Waves.

Record these transformations…in any sequence or any number of channels, using any manner of mixing, overlapping…taking care only that the process of change from each original sound event to its final state of transformation is slowly, gradually and clearly heard…

-    excerpt from the prose score, Gentle Fire, by Alvin Lucier

I won’t reproduce the entire score here, but the lists of sounds featured in the score are highly evocative and raise many questions about the boundaries between imagination, listening, and sonic phenomena. Many of the sounds that one is instructed to gather would be very difficult to collect, and the resulting recordings may not in any way accurately reflect what the source is. One of the sounds in the first list, for instance, is Spurting Blood. I do not know what Spurting Blood would sound like but it is unlikely that I would be recording it is I were in the presence of it, and I am uncertain as to what could actually be heard in this instance.

Yoko Ono once wrote an instruction that we should listen to the Earth turning, and though this is a sound that is impossible to physically hear with our natural hearing, we are able still to imagine this sound and this listening experience in the same way that we are able to picture places in our minds when we close our eyes or when we dream. And maybe this associative, imaginative way of dealing with sounds is part of the lure of Gentle Fire, and part of what sets it apart from other scores. I love that in Gentle Fire, sound is not treated as a formal element, but rather as a living substance that can cross over between the mind, the ears, the imagination, the dream, and real, lived experiences.

I like that the ultimate aim of the piece is to learn to synthesise sounds imaginatively, in ones’ own mind;

…design for your personal use and store in your mind an imaginary synthesiser with which… you can wilfully bring about such transformations at any time in any place without the help of external equipment.

However in order to understand Gentle Fire more as a work, an idea or a philosophy, I have been figuring out since my presentation last year at the Sound Diaries Conference, how I might stage or perform the score to an audience, and how my ideas about sound may be conveyed to others through this process.

I was totally uncertain about how this may be achieved until I attended the excellent Found Sound Stories weekend workshop at South Hill Park’s Digital Media Centre last October. Organised by Martin Franklin and featuring composer/artist/maker Janek Schaefer, the workshop involved my getting to grips with a mixing desk and learning how to mix sounds together live and in sequence. Janek Schaefer’s characteristic enthusiasm and playfulness coupled with the energy of being in a room full of sound enthusiasts and gadgets gave me the confidence to be more relaxed and intuitive when working with sounds and to treat it as a kind of collage material. I most enjoyed mixing up Meredith Monk’s singing with the recordings I made at the Wolf Conservation trust, plus a recording I have of the old plumbing ‘singing’ in Rachael’s lake-district residence. You can hear much of what I mixed up at that weekend workshop along with the mixes that other participants made here (as part of the Framework radio broadcast) and here (as part of the Gene Pool podcast series.) Both shows were edited together by Martin Franklin, and reflect the joyous way that everyone who attended the workshop got to grips with mixers, records, delay pedals and so on.

Mixing and listening at the Found Sound Stories workshop at South Hill Park’s Digital Media Centre

I came away from that workshop enormously enthused by the physicality of live mixing, and how I could utilise this to ‘mix’ the sounds from Gentle Fire into some kind of performance. I immediately set about thinking about how I could transform the sounds from the first list to sound like sounds from the second list, and I realised quickly that I only wanted to have a couple of transitions, and that each ‘change’ ought to be heard in the mix, so that the progression could be experienced by the audience at this year’s Sonic Art Oxford.

I generally like to use sounds as they are and so I found processing them to make them sound like something else to be the hardest part of realising my version of Gentle Fire. Not only is it a counter-intuitive process for me, but it is also something I have little experience of doing. Still, with time-stretching, echo, pitch-changing and reverb effects I was able to make some believable representations of certain sounds.

I had half an hour for my performance and I wanted the audience to have access to the words of the score. So I printed out the sounds I used in the eventual performance and I also set up a video camera so that people present could see the labels on my CDs, thus setting up expectations and the anticipation for certain sounds.

This image was projected onto a very large muslin sheet, and all my fiddling with 3 CD players and changing of CDs was seen as a manual and physical side of the mixing task. I wanted the eventual result to resemble cooking or some other physical demonstration; to enhance the idea that sounds are substantive or material and that we can have an imaginative relationship to them as we do to food or fabric or colour. I also wanted there to be a correlation between the bodily process of collecting sounds in my actual life, and the physical or manual task of reordering them in a performance context.

The hands that collect and mix the sounds…

The collecting process has become an important and ongoing aspect of the project, as integral to Gentle Fire as the performance you are going to hear today. The first part of Lucier’s score is being realised through an ongoing process of listening and recording in everyday life. Recordings garnered in this way are not always pristine; they bear traces of physical movement and circumstantial imperfections – wind, the banging of a distant door, the interference caused by snowflakes landing on microphones – as the artist moves through life digitally gathering and listening to sounds.

But this raw, real-life quality of sound is to be intentionally retained throughout today’s performance where the emphasis is on the physicality of sound. Sounds have been prepared for this performance from the raw materials of the collection, and like substances lined up for a cookery demonstration, they will be presented sequentially so that you can consider for yourself their imaginative and sonorous properties.

Trying to change one sound into another is a process that makes us think about surface quality and texture, space and duration. To make Droning Turbines sound like Sounding Dolphins is not easy, and so far methods for collecting such sounds as Frowning Clowns and Spurting Blood have proved elusive. However, hopefully trying to change sounds in this way, searching for rare or potentially inaudible sounds, or even imagining what such sources would sound like, expands our ideas of what the mind’s ear is capable of.

- programme notes, © Felicity Ford

There were a few things I was unhappy about with the final performance; I couldn’t see the CD player displays easily in the dark and so it was difficult to keep track of which sound was playing through which channel; this made it difficult to convincingly move through different levels of process to take one sound into another at times and is a lesson to me to rehearse in the dark in the future, if my performance is going to take place in the dark. However I am pleased that this piece is now an entity; a thing I can perform anywhere with a score and a set of distinct and carefully ordered sounds. I shall continue to develop Gentle Fire and am going to be putting together a radio show for Framework using the source sounds, as a kind of sketch for future realisations of this amazing piece by Lucier.

Feedback I got on the day was that many of the sounds were amazing/enjoyable and that people enjoyed the experience of moving through so many different sounds in a concert situation. The pigs that I recorded at Mudchute Farm a couple of weeks ago were especially appreciated by the audience, but I wish I had managed to more successfully blend them with the chuffing trains of Didcot!

Tim Hand very kindly took some photos for me of the performance and also recorded it for me so that you can download it here yourselves and take a listen; I am very keen to find out what other people think about Gentle Fire and my realisation of it so any or all of your thoughts are welcome.

 

Maudette

Sunday, February 28th, 2010

I was extremely taken with the Maud when Kate posted about it originally, and immediately vowed to make one once I read her directions on this traditional garment.

Additionally, I was struck by both Kate and Rachael’s posts about Harris Tweed, and decided my Maud should be made with this stuff. I went in search of Harris Tweed on ebay and found some rather unloved 1980s pieces which were professed to have ‘a few moth holes’ and which had seen very little interest from other bidders. I put in a bid and won the unloved, moth-holed patches, and spent some time analysing them for the best fit for making a Maud. Unfortunately none of the pieces were large enough for me to be fully true to the characteristically clear and fluent directions given on Needled, so I was forced to compromise a bit and go for a smaller design. The reduced dimensions mean that if I ever own my own sheep, it is unlikely that I will be able to tuck them into it. Mark is rather mystified by my explanation for making my Maudette, but he nevertheless obligingly took some photos of me as I posed in it this afternoon.

I am very pleased with the fabric; I purchased it a while back on a day trip with Ruth and Emmylou and it reminds me of all the buttons that the Mudlarks found in the river Thames.

In other thrifty clothes news, I have found a new blog which is very interesting; Cargo Cult Craft is one woman’s attempt to spend a year making and buying her clothes according to wartime ration coupons. I have also been enjoying Thread & Thrift – especially this post – and this quilted dress.

Some of my own thrifty wardrobe improvements lately include:

The addition of a vital and topical vintage button badge (99p on ebay, plus £1.45 P&P)

The dyeing of a woollen sweater I was not enjoying the colour of (free dye from black walnut tree!)
I love the new chocolatey colour and cannot get enough of wearing this sweater now it is such a good colour.

And the ripping-out and reordering of the neckline on my much-loved Hourglass sweater. There was a dropped stitch and I had bound it off rather too tightly, so this time around I ripped it out, reknit it slightly and added an i-cord border in 100% shetland wool, which I had left over in my stash from the lining of Mark’s feasel and bear hat. The result is infinitely wearable and makes a good layer combined with the brown sweater.

I am pleased with the combined result of these thrifty wardrobe improvements!

FO and Happy Christmas!

Friday, December 25th, 2009

I am very excited to be typing from the midst of our Christmas celebrations and to be sitting here for the Big Day in my most recently finished FO. Mark took a few moments out from the basting, roasting, chopping, pouring, simmering and infusing in order to take some photos of me in it; here they are.

I have been making this on and off since Woolfest, where I chanced upon the wondrous Blacker Designs stall and – faced with so many sheeply shades – promptly dreamt up a coat-of-many-colours in natural fleece shades. Herding balls of wool into a carefully graded line of colours, I immediately began to swatch and plot for how they may later be organised into a wearable piece of knitting.

I really wanted this jacket to do two things; firstly I wanted it to showcase the progression through all the shades of grey/brown/cream present among our UK sheep and their natural colours, and secondly I wanted the jacket/cardigan to appear to be a single piece of knitting, seamless and invisibly joined. I suspect this last choice was influenced by the skill of the shearers who I saw at Woolfest, who took each fleece from its owner in a single, unbroken piece.

As well as being seamless, all of one piece and organised according to the natural colours of our UK sheep, I wanted this jacket to also be knit in the most elementary and simple of stitches – garter stitch. The jacket is therefore constructed entirely in this most rudimentary stitch, and I took inspiration from Ysolda’s amazing fingerless mitts and Red Lipstick Designs’ lovely Headigan pattern, in order to shape the whole thing using short-rows, neatly concealed within the bumps of garter-stitch fabric. The whole jacket is thus constructed using garter stitch and short-rows, and pieced together using plenty of neat grafting. I am pleased with its resulting simplicity. I should also add that the Sticks’n'Strings knitters persuaded me that it would work best with an open front, cardigan/jacket-style, and thus prevented me from grafting the front together. I am very pleased about this, as it is definitely better open like this. Thanks guys!

It is the perfect thing for Christmas, especially since it’s still pretty cold here as you can see from all that snow. So I have two questions; firstly, should I write up the pattern for this and secondly, what should I call it? I have no idea what name to give to this jacket and it’s been such an epic, long design process that I really would like to give it a name… all suggestions gratefully received!

Specs:

Pattern design: My own
Yarn: DK in 100% wool from various sheep breeds, all purchased at Blacker Designs apart from the Teeswater that I used on the sleeves, which was purchased from Teeswater Wools
Needles: 5mm
Ravelled: here

I have plenty of Christmas knitting to be blogging about also, and there will be more news of this in coming days. And in other news we have started to drink the cider and there is much to say on this! Finally, thanks for all your comments on the SOUND BANK Advent Calendar; I’ve really enjoyed doing it and it’s renewed my interest in that project no end to find a way of sharing the contents of those little glassine envelopes with you all.

I hope that wherever you are you too are enjoying the warmth of some handknitting, the joy of a full tummy and the company of loved ones. A very merry Christmas to you all! xxx

Mud-Pi.

Wednesday, April 1st, 2009

Did anyone else’s parents or grandparents accuse them of making ‘mud pies?’ My grandad always referred to whatever I was doing in the garden as ‘making mud pies.’ In fairness to him, I did have a penchant for mixing acorns and soil in a plastic saucepan and ‘serving’ this to my brothers as ‘dinner’ in the climbing-frame that we owned. I loved that climbing frame; you could move the two main shelves around into all kinds of configurations. Playing with it always involved a lot of negotiation; I always wanted it to be a house where I could serve up Acorn Surprise whereas my brothers always wanted it to be a castle. They were very indulgent of me. I once placed a cardboard box inside the ‘house’ and told my brothers to ‘watch the tv.’ They did indeed obediently sit and watch the cardboard box while I made mud pies for them. I marvel at this now. When my Dad covered the detachable slide with sheet aluminium and polished it until it shone, we connected the whole apparatus to our paddling pool and all house and castle dreams were abandoned. We poured water down the slide with my mud-pie saucepan thus creating a waterslide which each of us descended with great glee and much splashing. This worked out just great until the wooden frame of the slide rotted from our enthusiastic waterings, at which point we went back to making mud pies and watching cardboard box tv.

I loved making mud pies. I still do…

This is bentonite clay, fullers earth and water bubbling together for 1. a recording I wanted to make and 2. a facemask recipe I am working on.

I need some kind of stick blender to correct the lumpy texture, but to the boiled mud I will add essential oils and honey, then I will store the facemask in my fridge and use it when I am feeling the need to refresh my face/make some semblance of effort with my appearance.

Not only is this idea exciting because it involves mud, but it also has a nice link to wool. Fuller’s earth was once used in the finishing process to purge woollen cloths of grease, lanolin and other impurities. Now I can use it on my face! Imagine!

The only thing I need is a nice cloth to scrub the mud off with afterwards. I am planning on developing a Mud Pi washcloth, in the wake of my Mothers’ Day Pi washcloth, and the Olive Pi and Cherry Pi washcloths that I made respectively for Kate and Mel.

I love making Pis.

Mel’s Olive Pi.

Kate’s Cherry Pi.

I love that what I have made is a recipe from a recipe; a thing derived from Elizabeth Zimmerman’s original pi-shawl recipe, adapted and changed around and altered (just like any good Pie recipe) with the maths intact but the ‘ingredients’ all changed.

The Pi washcloth recipe will be published in The Knitting Forecast, in the meantime, my Mud Pi and all the other Pis I have been enjoying making so much are ravelled here.

Monkl’s Review of Love is Awesome

Sunday, February 22nd, 2009

Usually – at least according to Monkl – there are not enough bananas in modern Art shows. So when Monkl came to Love is Awesome, he took a banana along with him and put it there. Then he knew it was going to be a good show.

Monkl loves his knitted banana: to his mind it is my finest work to date.

Monkl liked Stav’s video piece especially the middle character who goes around telling everyone to spread the love and hugging them. I think Monkl was excited to see Stavroula on the television as he kept asking me later if she is famous and a movie-star like Audrey Hepburn. I don’t know how he knows about Audrey Hepburn, but somehow, he does.

Monkl wanted a spread the love t-shirt but they are all too big for him. I may have to make him one in Monkl size, using stranded knitting. Do you think it’s possible?

Monkl paid his respects to the Love is Awesome prints by climbing on them. He only climbs on his very favourite Art. Monkl likes the prints with the toasts very much but thought the whole display could be enhanced by a little knitted peel…

Monkl was a bit scared of the idea that there were monsters at Love is Awesome and he made them biscuits so they wouldn’t be hungry and eat him. He put banana flavour in the icing because we didn’t have any yellow. Monkl thinks red and blue food colouring are rubbish.

He does like using the monkey-shaped cookie-cutter though.

Monkl approached the monsters with great caution and timidity.

But he soon relaxed when he realised that Emmylou’s monsters are very friendly to monkeys.

I think they reached an amazing, interspecies understanding.

They liked the biscuits he made them.

Monkl got bored listening to the memoryphones. I think it was a bit long for his attention span.

Maybe that is why he started swinging from the second pair of knitted headphones…

Monkl especially liked using the rubber stamp station, but he did need a hand with using the printing blocks, to get a good impression.

He liked the bird stamp because he enjoyed the birds in our stairwell so much. Here he is climbing on the knitted speakers, (from which bird recordings emanate…) contemplating Emmylou’s bird print, and looking deeply into the crocheted Kingfisher and Budgie pieces made by Rachael.

After all the birdy action Monkl decided to take a nap on the pillowcase stuffed with The Sound That Keeps Me Awake At Night. It is the sound of the tap in my new place, which won’t stop running. It actually doesn’t keep me awake at night, but I am constantly aware of it as I lie in bed trying to get to sleep. The sound doesn’t seem to bother Monkl so much…

Monkl was curious to find that when he kissed Emmylou’s frog, it didn’t instantly turn into a Prince. I consoled him with the idea that perhaps it only works with desparate princesses?

Looking around Rachael’s Relics of an Awesome Picnic, Monkl was initially quite afraid of the skull, and he hid behind the giant glove in order to escape its menacing gaze.

…but then he got a look at the knitted sandwich and was overcome with the desire to nibble on it.

I had to tell him off a bit for biting The Art.

So then, in a slightly apologetic and chastened mood, Monkl decided that actually he thought the skull was a bit sad. He went to comfort it.

Finally, Monkl decided to write a little banana song and record the sound of a banana being peeled, for the Sound Bank project.

Monkl finished up his trip to Love is Awesome by looking at SAY YES for a little while. He asked me what to SAY YES to and I explained that the encouraging banner is about saying yes to what we most deeply dream and wish for in our lives, and not being afraid to chase those things. I think he understood, but it may have been a little deep for him as right away he fell asleep into a happy little Monkl doze.

I asked him what he thought of the show afterwards and he said ‘it was OK, but there could have been more bananas.’