VBefore the results of the American election were announced, I knew little for certain, except that my involvement in it would be no different. So I started knitting; helplessness, contained in an action. But in the end you have an object in your hands, and you can't say that about 'frantic pacing'.
I knitted a kind of wide balaclava, which looks very elegant and calm in the photo. You start such a project with hope, and eventually accept reality: in a balaclava I look like someone who had to play a slave in a medieval costume drama. A slave is plowing a field and is filmed as knights run past. The slave had a 'huh?' because it didn't matter, because the concept of 'democracy' had long been forgotten in the Middle Ages. Then you see how the knights cross the drawbridge, and no one thinks more about the serfs in balaclavas.