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    Knitting Memory:
    The Art of Lynn Jackson

    To be honest, it took me ages to write this piece on the work of Toronto-based sculptor Lynn Jackson. I keep structuring the damn thing to be a tidy, polite, well-behaved little enterprise. I finally realised that that couldn’t be the form it took because Jackson’s work makes me shiver and shudder, it makes me gasp and flinch, it makes me want to be held in your arms.
         What is her work about? It’s about connection and disconnection, body and not-body, past and present, about unification and separation, location and displacement. It’s about to-hell-with-a-ramrod-spine-and-the-prickling-of-unshed-tears and above all it’s about the ooze and murk of childhood but about the green-and-gold of it too.
         Here is what this artist does: using textile techniques and domestic skills learned from her mother, she recreates the clothing and playthings of her childhood, knitting or crocheting them out of fine metal wire. Refashioning the ruffled panties she wore in infancy, the pink birthday dress, the little bonnets, Jackson acts as archivist, recording and commemorating childhood in a way that at first seems like a benign act of nostalgia, not unlike the bronzing of baby boots. The work isn’t that simple though, not by a long shot; to give real consideration to these sculptures is to see them less as artifacts and more as metaphors: just imagine being the wearer of these garments: just imagine the soft skin of the child who is you being scratched and pricked by the metal of these clothes or the way in which they would circumscribe your ability to move. It’s pretty hard not to confront notions of childhood displacement, separation, and isolation when viewing Jackson’s work.
         There’s a real challenge to looking at sculptures like Plastic Underpants or New Born Hat or Elephant because, as Jackson says, “My work compels others to recall their own childhood memories, with the pieces acting as triggers and giving viewers permission to recall their own childhood sadness, loss, happiness, and frailty.” Just as the artist’s sculptures are a making, a rendering concrete of memory, they are also an invitation for viewers to unmake, to unbecome. Through recollection, by allowing ourselves to truly feel our feelings — the good, the bad, the ugly — we experience catharsis, we unburden ourselves, we unmake pain and sorrow, we unbecome the lonely child. Jackson’s work propels us to a place of not-hiding and not-silence, a place where, if we refuse to turn away, we can acknowledge and name the hard moments of childhood, and in that acknowledging and naming, let them go. And there too is one of the strengths of this work: the viewer may be pulled apart emotionally but that happens preparatory to being made more whole, to being knit back together after the damaged bits have been unravelled. It’s not for the faint-of-heart, this artwork, because it presses for a level of emotional engagement that can be daunting: to be truthful with oneself is to court pain.
         The fact that this work requires bravery of its viewers makes perfect sense, of course, because this is brave work, not only for its exploration of some of the darker corners of childhood but also for its assertion that the “domestic” act of knitting can be and is a valid means of creating art. The trivializing of the feminine is a longstanding tradition within artistic circles and although knitting and other textile arts have found favour within gallery and museum settings in recent years, there is still a tendency in some milieux for such work to be denigrated as something less than Art-with-a-capital-A. So it’s a heady business to see the title of “artist” claimed by a woman who employs a traditional sculptural medium — metal — but who uses a nontraditional technique — knitting — to manipulate it. There is both an honouring of tradition and a breaking with it at play here, a celebration of the domestic and a claiming of the artistic. It’s just that sort of duality that makes Jackson’s work carry so potent an emotional charge and just that sort of duality that makes the work unnerving, thrilling, and painful to view. Rise to the challenge, I say, because to fail to do so is to miss out on so very much, as a viewer of art and as a participant in your own life.

    A version of this article first appeared in issue 32.1 of MIX magazine.

    Pink Birthday Dress, by Lynn Jackson
    Photograph by James Cook
    Plastic Underpants by Lynn Jackson, 2006
    Photograph by James Cook
    Three Hats by Lynn Jackson, 2003
    Photograph by James Cook
    Bonnet by Lynn Jackson, 2005
    Photograph by James Cook

    These are so very beautiful. I’m so drawn to the transformation of costume & textile to ART. Well, the transformation of utilitarian objects to ART, in general, is something that draws me in! (Maybe I’ve spent too much time contemplating Marcel Duchamp?) But there’s something about the way textiles are ‘promoted’ to a pedestal that really just makes me smile (says the quilter and fabric crafter!).

    NameToni added these words on Jul 01 09 at 2:15 pm

    Yes! The tranformation of the utilitarian is something that completely fascinates and copels me.

    And Lynn’s work is a marvel, truly. So powerful. You can see more of it on her website: http://www.lynnjackson.ca/

    admin added these words on Jul 02 09 at 10:16 am

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