To me, knitting seems to be such an intimate art where a person pours their skill and heart. When I wrap myself in the sweater that my grandmother knit for me in a city far away from home, I feel her presence and love in the patterns woven in the fabric, wondering what she’d have been thinking while knitting. “I was thinking about the latest mischief of our naughty goats and this boy frolicking along with them.” She’d answer whenever someone asked.

Programming and automating this takes away all that intimacy out of that art but I guess it is inevitable for the “engineering” minds. Maybe there’s a wonder to it just by exploring the possibilities, albeit through machines.