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Installation

In a fairy tale, the mother rabbit gives her little one a protective kiss; my mother knits sweaters. As a child, she sewed, dressing me in a new outfit for kindergarten nearly every day. Now, she has traded sewing for knitting, a daily act of self-expression and therapy—an irrepressible creative impulse akin to “restless hands syndrome.” My mother keeps knitting, but with only one body, I cannot wear all her sweaters. They stand in the wardrobe as silent pillars of support, ready to offer comfort when needed.