I’ve been thinking about crocheting the gun since I found it in the kitchen draw when we moved into the house.
For obvious reasons, today was the right day to do it.
And my hands wanted something to do. Sometimes, when I don’t have the words, my hands seem to know how to work things out on their own. Today, they craved the healing nature of the repetitive motion of crocheting.
Knitting became popular after 9/11 for a reason.
I started unraveling doilies and afghans then crocheting them around objects about twenty years ago when I was in art school. So unraveling the baby blanket and crocheting it around the gun seemed the natural thing to do.
The baby blanket was the first thing I saw when I walked into the Goodwill this morning. As if it was waiting for me. It’s even better than the full-sized afghan that I was looking for, because it “says” children.
Like an afghan, It speaks of the person who made it and it’s purpose. Someone made this baby blanket to bring warmth and comfort to a child. It’s a loving thing.
So when I unravel it and crochet it around the gun, something that is potentially dangerous, it renders the empty gun useless. Softening its edges and encasing it in the fiber of the baby blanket as well as its meaning.
The gun is transformed from a weapon to a symbol.
I didn’t think of the yarn connecting the gun to the blanket as umbilical until Jon mentioned it. I think of the kink in the unraveled yarn as holding the memory of its life as a blanket. It’s the moment between the blanket and the gun.
But I see in this piece, it is an umbilical cord. Giving new life to the gun, but also speaking to the idea of gun control as a way of saving life.
I think I’ll make post cards from the piece. I know some members of our government I’d like to send it to.
Jon wrote about this piece also and posted a video of me crocheting the gun on his blog. You can see it here.