Forty years ago I fell in love with this vessel. I loved the cracks – the mix and flow of different metals, and I wonder about it’s journey – from a Pakistani village to refugee camps in India, and then to New Delhi, to Moradabad and eventually, San Francisco.
The form is soft and round and supple. It holds the nourishment of life.
Who says you can’t hang clothing on the wall?
The carom board from India which was sitting in the attic and gathering dust found its place:
Mud Cloth painting from Mali
Can’t stay away from the Berkeley Flea Market. Here are more African mud cloth pillows from Lora Sall.
Which inspired a change in my storage bench. The pillow is made from Kuba Cloth that lies on top of a Mud Cloth throw and pillows from Ikea…
Just the place I need to be for a new project on a warm and sunny Berkeley day in February. No wonder 44% of Americans hate California (according to Huffington Post) – it’s got to be the weather.
African Fabrics
Mud Cloth Pillows by Lora Sall
Brazilian Paintings
Cozy boots for this old, cold house
Dolls with African Dress
African Earrings
Wild Horses
I can spend hours in this place – you never know what you’ll find in the corner of a closet in the shed behind the garage:
