Learn graffiti knitting at Yarnstorm Bootcamp
The UK's first ever graffiti Yarnstorm Bootcamp is announced! Yay! Spend the weekend learning the art of the sneaky stitch with me, The Fastener and Plarchie the Squid.
Read MoreGraffiti yarnstorm: Weekend of the Woolly Wildflowers
Zuts alors! What do you get if you mix one yarnstorming graffiti knitter, one pile of insanely coloured yarn and the biggest comics festival in Europe? You get the Weekend of the Woolly Wildflowers!
Read MoreStitched Street Art Salute at Tate Britain
Then Tate Britain invited me to graffiti knit at their Tate Late event. What better way to honour my street art heroes than to shove them stitchwise into one of London's most well-respected art museums? And so my Stitched Street Art Salute was cast on.
Read MoreAugsburg: Beer for breakfast and other people’s art
I started my sixth day in Augsburg with beer for breakfast. Happily I wasn’t partaking in morning drinking alone as a way of surviving fish-tank living. This was our introduction to a traditional Bavarian breakfast. Since I’d spent half the night up knitting pigs I was up for some revenge on pigkind. So booze and sausages in the morning sounded like a plan. Bring on the Weißwurst! The elements of the Bavarian breakfast are simple. Everything is white, apart from the sweet mustard...
Read MoreWhite Paper Two: Cross Stitch City
Sew. I don’t really sew. The art of brandishing such a tiny needle makes my neck ache just thinking about it. But there is something about a city like Augsburg that beckons different sides of you from the dark places you shoved them and lets them out into the sunshine. In fact I hadn’t been out in the sunshine for a very long time and with a strange city sitting up and begging to be explored, it was about time that changed. There was White Wall to be filled in the town square: So...
Read MoreAugsburg: You say goodbye, I say hello
Zombielike I made it to the London’s not-so-Londony Stansted Airport this morning just in time to grab a cup of tea and dash to my flight. It was my second attempt to leave for Augsburg this week, having been horribly misled by my tired brain into thinking I was leaving on Saturday (resulting in three people, me being one of them, getting up at 4.30am twice in a row but going back to bed after a hasty check on flights the first time). “Welcome to Bavaria!” beamed the cab...
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