At the age of twenty-six, I was shaken by the death of my cherished, adopted younger brother Billy. After the funeral, my mother taught me to knit. Looking back, this obsessive loop-making was a solemn tribute to the social as well as biological weaving of our family. It also operated as an act of resistance against any further unravelling. As I knitted, I repetitively felt the sadness, the silence, the clicking, the counting, the sadness, my mother’s breathing, the clicking, the closeness of her body, the sadness, the counting, the clicking, the clicking, the clicking.
How to Cite
Just, K., (2013) “Artist’s Statement”, Studies in the Maternal 5(1), p.1-2. doi: https://doi.org/10.16995/sim.156