KNITTING A NICER WORLD
Are you upset by street art? Does an anti-consumer message sprayed onto a wall in an alleyway make you feel guilty about the pony-skin ankle boots you just bought?
Does tagging make you cringe? Are those giant graffiti murals that show ladies with their boobs out just a bit too much to stomach straight after a champagne lunch with the girls?
At a train station in Melbourne by street artist Meek. Photograph via Twisted Sifter.
Well, worry no more! Your inner city suburbs are being cleaned up as we speak. Councils all around the world are on board and Proper People are heaving a sigh of relief.
Welcome to the world of guerilla knitting!
We haven’t seen something this groovy since the advent of Christian rock. And oh my goodness, it’s soooooo adorable!!!!
What happens, right, is you go to your favourite suburb where those icky graffiti messages are stinking up the place and you knit a sort of tea cosy for a parking sign or bike rack.
Then you stick little knitted flowers on it as well. Ta da! It. Is. So. Cute. And you’re just like a real graffiti artist, except lovely!
No-one gets hurt or offended, no-one is confronted with uncomfortable truths about consumerism or international politics or disenfranchised youth or homelessness – it’s just pretty, pretty, pretty!
It’s. So. Pretty.Guerilla knitting in Newtown, Sydney. Photograph via grrl+dog.
With so many young people joining gangs, being hoodlums, smoking the hooch and having the sex, it’s good to know a few of them are flying the flag for decency.
It’s just like the Temperance Movement, but with wool.
As one self-styled ninja knitter said in The Age, ”it allows me to contribute to the graffiti art world without breaking any laws”.
And I just know that street artists the world over are embracing Knitting Nancies like her in the same way the music world embraced Milli Vanilli.
I don’t know about you, but I am tired of wandering the inner city streets of Melbourne, Sydney, Adelaide or Brisbane, minding my own business and shopping for bespoke light fittings, when whammo! Right in front of me is some sort of hideous stencil ‘art’ depicting a war scene or a refugee or some sort of political ‘joke’. I mean, ew!
It’s bad enough I have to see actual homeless people, let alone spray painted pictures of them as well. It completely dampens my enthusiasm for hunting out a new pair of designer jeggings.
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