Puffy, puffing, knitting pattern’s crotch: watch. I went back and traced Mr Time (see ‘Clockwork’ blog, 11/11/2010). The profile of his pipe-smoking face has a very similar pattern to the knitting pattern’s crotch; and as we have already seen (see last blog), the pattern made by the knitting pattern’s puffy crotch – when his crotch is transposed onto his nose - matches the pattern of his face. Look.
I've been ejected from the golf course management degree (even though I never hit a golf ball). It wasn't only the constant fear of being hit by a ball, it was all the fertilizer I inhaled from the greens. I'm now studying 'Pataphysics, the science of the particular, the science of 'laws governing exceptions'. I've swapped golf holes (green holes) for Black holes.
Showing posts with label Knitting Model. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Knitting Model. Show all posts
Friday, 26 November 2010
Sunday, 21 November 2010
A Pattern Emerges
Tracing the knitting pattern, a pattern emerges. The curling, smoke-like rings of the wrought iron furniture and their correspondence with the A and g of Angora; the correlation between the shape of the pipe the A and g of Angora and whirling F of Furwul.
Three creases were also traced, one in the photograph itself, the other, on the surface of the image. You always have to look, both, into and at a photograph, at the one and the same time: into model’s inexplicable crotch; at, the central cross – where the advert has been folded into four – like the sights of a gun aimed at his heart. The more I retraced the pattern, the more the crotch and the pipe knitted together.
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