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Plarchie the Giant Squid

My Knit the City book is released into the wild

Posted by on 14 Sep, 2011 in Beasts, Birds and Creatures, Book Stuff, London, Plarchie the Giant Squid, Squid | 0 comments

My Knit the City book is released into the wild

Stand by for a Snoopy dance, folks. The UK edition of my Knit the City book has been released into the wild! Woo hoo! Here’s the shiny cover, featuring everybody’s favourite handsome squid: This Friday is the official Knit the City Gargantuan Gosh Book Launch at the rather fantabulous Gosh Comics. Join me and the rest of the Knit the City Yarn Corps as we bring the sneaky stitch to Gosh in celebration of our shiny new book. There’ll be fizzy booze, sneaky stitching cake and...

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White Paper Three: Squid’s Eye View

Posted by on 14 Jul, 2011 in Beasts, Birds and Creatures, defined by _____, Germany, My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Plarchie the Giant Squid, Squid, Travel | 2 comments

White Paper Three: Squid’s Eye View

It might not seem as tough as building skyscrapers, gutting fish or working in a coal mine but being dropped into the middle of a strange city to make original art every day was quite a scary thing. Here’s why: Every day our art went up on the wall of the City of Peace Stadium in the centre of the city. There is was peered at by passers by who either lived in or were visiting the city. I felt very much that each White Paper I made needed to show the people peering at it that I was doing...

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Meet Plarchie: the giant plastic knitted squid

Posted by on 11 Feb, 2011 in Beasts, Birds and Creatures, Museums, My Graffiti Knitting, My Knits, Plarchie the Giant Squid, Solo Graffiti, Squid | 38 comments

Meet Plarchie: the giant plastic knitted squid

The arrival of Plarchie, the 8-metre giant knitted squid made entirely from plastic bags, came as something of a shock to me. One minute I was wandering the echoey rooms of London’s Natural History Museum pondering what knits might spring from my needles. The next thing I knew I was half-awake buried in a pile of crumpled plarn ends with my needles smoking in my clawlike hands. I had no idea what I’d been up to for the last three days of my life. And then a cephalopods-shaped...

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