I don’t drool, nor do I run into trees. I’m lucky that way.I could have easily been there—drooling and running into trees. There are approximately a dozen clusters of malformed blood vessels, cavernous angiomas, scattered in my brain. A couple of them hemorrhaged, mucking my life up royally. Side-effects from the bleeds included seizures, crippling … Read more
As my first full draft of my book “Threads Around the World: From Arabian Weaving to Batik in Zimbabwe” neared completion, I started thinking of a second volume. I told myself that if the book was well received I’d write a second book.
The stories behind traditional textiles expose our commonalities—we have too much in common with each other to be divided into us and them, to be regarded as more or less. Stories allow us to acknowledge the person in each other.