Anne Stagg

If Only I Could Crochet began as a tribute to my grandmother and great aunts. They all did an amazing amount of handiwork and had expert skills with a crochet needle. In spite of offers to teach me, I never learned. At the time, I thought it was boring and I didn't want to sit inside when I could be outdoors. For this body of work, I used some of her pieces to trace patterns onto cloth and then carefully cut away the negative shapes using tiny scissors. The pieces are utter failures; the edges ravel and fray and (expectedly) begin to deteriorate when washed. Though the precision of the knots, physicality of the work, and utility of the results are absent in my versions, the time spent cutting these tiny holes gave me a deep appreciation of the craftsmanship and the love that went into my grandmother's crochet.

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