Because I needed another medium.

I’m not talking about the ooey-gooey, earthy-crunchy fortune-telling type. I’m talking about things like paint and clay and pencil and paper and everything else that lets people be artistically expressive, in a visual sort of way. I don’t do vocal performances well, and I’m not interested in interpretive dance (though I do like to dance from time to time). I’m really more of a visual artist.

Every once in a while, I stagnate on a particular medium. This happened very quickly with sculpture, as I am not oriented toward three-dimensional objects. I majored in painting (of a sort) in college, and I’m a graphic designer by trade, and while graphic design is varied enough to keep me interested, I’ve kind of put the painting on hold for a while. Instead, I’ve taken up knitting, which I find satisfies my need to work with color and texture and process in a really wonderful way. Even when I’m knitting a sock, which is technically a dimensional project, it’s still just a plane wrapped around an object, and therefore sneakily two-dimensional.

When I’m completely comfortable with the process, I’ll get around to designing my own objects, which will be pretty cool. For now, I’m satisfied to learn the craft and combine the medium of someone’s pattern with the medium of awesome yarn and do something excellent with it.

And if you’ll give me a free tarot/palm reading, I probably wouldn’t turn it down.