A sweater that tells a story
The first thing you notice in Liam's portrait is the clothes. A thick hand-knit sweater, clearly made by hand, with a turquoise mock-neck and a Fair Isle yoke in fuchsia, yellow, and turquoise on a black background. The body of the sweater is dark gray — charcoal — with large skulls that alternate between fuchsia and orange. Each one slightly different from the last, with that irregularity that gives away the manual process: someone sat down, chose the colors, crossed the threads, and let the imperfections stay because they were part of the result.
Nobody knows who gave it to him. What is known is that Liam lives in West Asheville, a neighborhood of porch houses, converted workshops, and breweries where nobody asks what you do if you don't want to say. Appalachian textile craft has been there longer than the beer, and that sweater fits an environment where making things by hand still means something. Not as aesthetic. As a way of working.







