It’s been a rough day, intense and relentless. The infamous cats to skin have followed you all day long. Your friends haven’t fared any better – almost through osmosis – and they are hiding out. Your other half wasn’t very sensitive and made you upset. It’s late and your hurrying home trying to beat the clock and the closing time of the grocery store where you absolutely need to scrounge together some sort of dinner being that your refrigerator is so empty you can hear your own echo. Now, the only thing that would be adequately therapeutic would be a warm embrace. Your nanna’s hug would be ideal.
Pass by via Crema – where – looking around, you’ll discover that colorful sweaters have covered light posts. Affectionate sleeves and huge knitted hands hug entire trees while woolen origami hang from the branches.
You’re not hallucinating, this happens to be a project by Urban Knitting, Guerrilla Knitting, Yarn Bombing, different names to identify what today is defined as the new form of urban art, expression of a contemporary type of language. Spread throughout the world, but made its debut in 2004, in Den Helder, in the Netherlands. An honest to goodness artistic movement with a precursor: Magda Sayeg, a woman who has inspired knitting groups around the world who have decorated the major metropolises.
That’s much better now. Well, my nanna always told me that knitting would come in handy some day.