Deb Brandon: Living in Radiant Color


Omar’s Shop

February 9, 2018

This was my first time striding purposefully through the alleyways in the Old City of Jerusalem. During previous visits, I’d always strolled along taking in the sights and smells of the bustling market surrounding me, peeking into a pottery shop here, stopping into a textile shop there, pausing to breathe in the aroma of herbs … Read more

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February 4, 2018

When I wore skirts or dresses, I walked differently, my hips swayed more, it was almost a floating sensation, as if… as if I was a girl.I felt awkward, ungainly, like I didn’t quite fit in the role, like I wasn’t myself. I haven’t worn one in more than a decade. When I needed to … Read more

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The King and I

January 30, 2018

Hand towel to the king Rinzin pointed at her mother, Leki. “She’s a weaver to the king.” Leki nodded and smiled. She didn’t speak English. My friendship with Rinzin Wangmo, began in the summer of 2006 at a weaving conference, where Rinzin and Leki were selling their gorgeous handwoven textiles. Apparently, Leki is well known … Read more

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To Market

January 20, 2018

The only direction that remained open was behind me. I wriggled through gaps in the crowd until I found myself against the railing at the back of the stage. A tad disappointed I wouldn’t see the parade of nations as they made their way along the street, I took in my surroundings–the railing marked the … Read more

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January 15, 2018

I hold up the bag. “How much?” Saturnino holds up four fingers. “Fifty.” Shocked by his answer, I shake my head. “That’s not enough. Fifty is too low.” “Forty?” I look to Hedy who is sharing a table with the Oncebays. Unlike me, she speaks Spanish. “No. Más.” Saturnino looks at me askance. I nod. … Read more

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Flying High

January 11, 2018

Here I sit in the U.S. at my computer, yesterday my thoughts were on Ghana, today, I dream of Haiti. I researched weaving in Morocco and the Philippines, and studied embroidery in Thailand and India. In Scotland, I learnt about kilt hose, and in Panama I found molas, the colorful reverse applique of the Kuna … Read more

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