Valerie Anne Molnar
I knew it! I knew you were bluffing! Mellyn detail of Mellyn Track A Falcon On A Cloudy Day They're Kissing Again Over The Albino I Think (the wheelbarrow) If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches If Your Love Were A Grain Of Sand, Mine Would Be A Universe Of Beaches Count Tyrone Rugen's Run Dead Into The Fire Swamp detail of Dead Into The Fire Swamp Is This A Kissing Book? detail of Is This A Kissing Book? Another Coat of Chocolate Will Make It Go Down Easier What Bwings Us Toogevva Tooday Pan-Roasted Scallops, Broccoli Purée, Pan Fried Quail's Eggs, Crispy Bacon Smoked Ham Risotto, Pea and Mint Salad with Shaved Black Truffles Lamb Wellington with Minted Potato Purée, Braised Baby Carrots John Dory and Langoustines with Pink Fir Potatoes, Artichokes and Carrot Purée





Each stitch is a piece of me that I give, a moment of my life, and a unit of my love meticulously physically culminated into a universal visual language. The optimist in me knits for the cause, while my formalist counterpart works to make the images that sell my thoughts.

I knit for the true lovers.

I make these objects as a confirmation of my faith in the sincere man. I make these images to communicate and persuade as a serious contender. At the same time, I retain my own optimism by promising to never take myself too seriously.