I have the luxury of visiting all of these wonderful countries - not the tourist attractions, but where reality resides. While there I literally sit at the feet of the true artisans. The ones who go unnoticed. The ones in the villages. The ones barely being paid for the beauty that they create with their bare hands. The ones who know the secret, even if they don't realize that they know it.
Humbling myself before them, I watch and learn. I learn new ways to combine colors. New techniques for tying those knots of yarn with my hooks or needles. I'm learning the story behind the art.
And when I finally come back to my home, I am changed. I see in a new light. I am able to take what I have learned and create something new. No, not copying the technique but being inspired by it in such a way that whatever I can now create has transformed itself into what I had always imagined.
These unknown men and women are my unsung heroes. I am inspired by their skill, their wisdom, and the story they tell with their yarns.
You really don't know how many times I've had this dream. How many times I've seen myself wearing flip flops, carrying a small backpack full of yarn needles, and of course my camera. Every time I even think of the possibility of this dream coming to life, I smile. I mentioned it to a friend of my brother and his response was: "Sounds like you like anthropology."
If this dream ever becomes reality, know this - I will write a book.
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Continuing to be inspired,