photo credit Albrecht-Kemper Museum of Art

“When I hear the word crochet, I envision the vintage cloths known as antimacassars that used to reside on the backs of chairs to protect their fabric from being stained by men’s hair oil. Thankfully, Gerry Trilling has provided us all with a new visual repertoire to replace those outdated images in “Memory Ponds,” her new exhibition of approximately 160 works, each titled with a number, at the Albrecht-Kemper Museum of Art.”-

Nan Chisholm, KC STUDIO Magazine, Visual Art Review, October 19th, 2020

Memory Ponds exhibited at the Albrecht-Kemper Museum of Art in St. Joseph, Missouri from September 25 through November 8, 2020.

Photo credit E.G. Schempf

She knitted a lace skirt for her teenage granddaughter who didn’t want it.

So she took it home and it’s been hanging in her closet for six years. 

She doesn’t know what to do with it.

I learned to knit the American way at Bol-Yarn Knit Shop in St. Louis.

Our mothers couldn’t teach us.

So we high school girls gathered at the store, windows filled with geraniums and mother-in law tongue even in winter.

Because my mother had found it valuable, she had touched it, it was precious to me.

He needed to smell the yarn.

It reminded him of his grandmother.

A friend wondered aloud how she could ever choose such an ugly color for a baby blanket.

She made a sampler blanket, sharing stories of each section and the person attached to the yarn she had used. As she told me about her people, she ran her hand over each section.

At her former boyfriend’s section she lifted her hand off the surface as if she had been burned.

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