Much of it is crochet, which doesn't. And okay, don't call it public art if it's too specific a term (which I don't think it automatically is). Here's some nice pics from Yarnbombing Day: http://www.buzzfeed.com/alannaokun/incredible-yarnbombs-from-around-the-world
Public art is fine. It's just the difference between art someone asked for, and vandalism everyone has to learn to live with until they have a spare weekend and a hundred bucks worth of paint to white wash errant graffiti off the side of some poor bastards place of business. What happens after the elements causes the yarn to rot? Is that some sort of health hazard? We could be talking about the start of a plague.
Depends on what kind of yarn was used. There are pure wools, wool/acrylic blend, pure acrylic, silk, bamboo, cotton, and some really weird synthetics. I have to use acrylic in my craft projects because I'm extremely allergic to wool - can't stand to touch it for even a second, because it's physically painful and causes a rash. The birds don't mind, though. They're quite happy to adopt bits of stray yarn to use for their nests.
They have machines. Bring back slavery. Pearl one, pearl two, **Crack of the whip** pearl one, pearl two. Seriously, the only reason knitting persists is so that grandmothers can prove they love you without cashing their pension cheque. Grandfathers prove they love you by pouring another glass of stout after a hard Sundays fishing.
Yarn isn't free, y'know. And I've decided this is the year I learn to crochet... preferably before the snow flies, sometime in October. I'm tired of going through winters with no afghans (the people who "helped" me move from my house to an apartment decided I didn't need them, and threw them out - every last one my grandmother and great-aunt made).
I have a massive crocheted bread spread my grandmother made and left me. I have no idea what to do with it as bedspreads are not something I'd ever use. It's bone color so it's not like I can hang it up.. it's made of some kind of cotton. It's very elaborate. It's been in a closet for years now. I guess when I die it will end up in someone else's closet.
If it has sentimental value in your family, why not give it to a relative? Or if you don't want to keep it and have no family to give it to, that's the kind of thing that can be donated to charity. I help run our local branch of Freecycle (I know Freecycle operates in your country), and bedspreads are among the items people give away/ask for.
Bedspreads are decorative, they don't warm. And it's cold weather right now, I'm typing with a faux leopard fur blanket over my legs and my star wars hoodie on. No central heating ftw. You know when I first came across the abbreviation 'ftw' I thought it meant 'fuck the what'. For several years I thought it was 'wtf' so discombobulated by whatever it was wtf'ing at that it turned itself round into 'ftw'. A nurse once accused me of making the word 'discombobulated' up. "That's not a word.. what kind of word is that?! You must have made that word up!"
I don't like eating outside on the ground. And really, I have quite a lot of closets. I think I'm good. I just feel a little twinge not using it for anything when I see it.
The cats would shred it into fluff. STOP TRYING TO HELP ME!!! Let me have my special things that won't come out of closet just yet.