by Chiara Mangiameli
Kiki was my nickname all through my childhood. Somewhere along the way and through moves across oceans It got lost like the stuffed animal that gets left behind at the shopping mall... You mourn it for a while but then you forget it was ever that important to you.
Recently and to my surprise, I found Kiki under a pile of photographs and forty-something year-old memories. It was like she never left. She settled comfortably in my pile of yarn and started playing. She played like she used to when she was a child: drawing and painting, pouring herself into each little creation; using her hands to make things as she saw them.
The yarn mosaic above is the first of an exploration into how yarn can be manipulated and what it can express. Kiki was a reminder of my own authenticity; a reminder that the very act of creating provides a space where one's truth and beauty are most often found.
I hope you'll come along with us in this ever-evolving journey...