>”A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.”
Antoine De Saint-Exupery French Author, Aviator

Just think about this! A strand of yarn, a shiny silk thread, a whispy tuft of fleece will set us knitters’ heart aflutter. Wonderful projects arise in front of our eyes, wraps, sweaters, blankets… intricate patterns, embroidered with precious bullion yarn and glittering beads, a multitude of colors are blending or contrasting in that imaginary knit, a cathedral arises…

It is like a painter’s need to transpose what she or he sees or imagines to a canvas or a wall, like a sculptor’s vision of the finished artful sculpture while standing before that marble block, that ancient tree trunk or chunk of metal, a jewelery maker’s intricate pieces evolving from an ingot lying on the worktable.
Or a child’s vision of a Purple Tree