I had an idea for a photograph in which a girl stood on a knit patch of garden in the midst of a desolate landscape, for this photo I took up knitting, in the photo I used the knitting to represent a safe place, but while knitting for the photograph I realized the activity itself was a very effective form of occupational therapy. I developed several characters, compulsive knitters, and ended up becoming one myself.
This whole series of photographs and knit objects was made during a deep depression, when the one thing I could do was knit. One day, looking down at the long pink strips I had been knitting all week, I realized I was making me a new brain. A soft pink cushy brain, much better than the one i was using at the moment.
Now that the depression is over and I can see beyond my own brain, knitting and crocheting have become a medium where a single strand of yarn can be turned into anything, the absurd can be palpable, portable and extremely real. www.danielaedburg.net