Crochet, the art of being silent, whilst muttering furiously, reading an archaic computer program language that few fully understand that confounds and bewilders. An art form practiced deep in the bowels of a padded room where no one can hear the screams. Lonely and alone, no one to talk to that understands. Hands lying uselessly at your sides. Numbers whirring around in your head.

Taking the mundane and creating an art form like no other. A thing of beauty that transcends all others and leaves all who see it silent and in awe. The art of alchemy.