MizzieMorawez

Montag, 15. Oktober 2018

My memories will dance like clouds in the sky

2018 collection

utterly boring
classical freeform coat
displaying a total lack
of inspiration

I tried automatic knitting
this time
instead of kamikaze
or DADA freeform
but obviously
I must have channeled
the wrong muse
from the center
of a grim black hole

The Goddess of Mediocracy
had nothing to contribute

to this garment

except for plenty of details

nonetheless

I fired her immediately
after this desaster.....

Spaß beiseite,

die Lage

vor genau einem Jahr (Okt 2017)

war ziemlich ernst

da ich nach buchstäblich Jahrzehnten

im FreeStyleStrickBusiness

unter einer kompletten IdeenBlockade

zu leiden begann.

Wollte meine StrickNadeln

schon ans schwarze Loch

der AntiMaterie abgeben

& habe mich mit nur 5 Projekten

über den Winterschlaf gerettet

bis mich

völlig unerwartet

kurz vor Ostern 2018

ein wahrer Orkan an neuen Konzepten

auf nie befahrene Schienen gesetzt hat.

Über den Sommer dieses Jahres

von Mitte März bis Mitte September

habe ich den in 4 1/2 Monaten

während der DürrePeriode zuvor

fabritzierten 5 Projekten

mehr als 50 (!!)

neue Verrücktheiten hinzugefügt

& abfotografiert....

ein Songwriter

über den ich erst jüngst gestolpert bin

umsingt die Situation vortrefflich

Sonntag, 7. Oktober 2018

The Duchess of Tyrol - Austrian minimalistic operetta in 2 simple acts

act 1:
a simple asymmetric sweater
with sleeves way too long
to be of comfortable use,
despite of being misconstructed in that fashion
it turned out to be one of my most worn sweaters

original catwalk July 2010

rolled up sleeves - the only way to wear this misconstruction

act 2:

gentle revamp in 2017
shortening of the 2 sleeves
adding a new neckline
with multicolored cotton yarn

enhanced revamped version

new neckline - sleeves much shorter & upgraded seams

spontaneously catwalked
on a perfect fall Sunday
with a very interesting
shadow & light situation
on my tiny loggia stage

nichts besonderes
aber es muß nicht immer Freeform Avantgarde sein

Manchmal sind kleine Sprünge
die wirkunsvollsten

Donnerstag, 4. Oktober 2018

The snow it melts the soonest

Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
And the corn it ripens fastest when the frost is settling in,
And when a woman tells me my face she'll soon forget,
Before we'll part, I'll wage a croon, she's fain to follow't yet.

Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,
And the swallow skims without a thought as long as it is spring;
But when spring goes, and winter blows, my lassie you'll be fain,
For all your pride, to follow me across the stormy main.

Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing,

And the bee that flew when summer shone, in winter cannot sting;
I've seen a woman's anger melt betwixt the night and morn,
Oh it's surely not a harder thing to tame a woman's scorn.

Oh, never say me farewell here, no farewell I'll receive,
And you shall set me to the stile and kiss and take your leave;
I'll stay until the curlew calls and the martlet takes his wing,
Oh, the snow it melts the soonest when the winds begin to sing.