My granny was a fanatical crocheter. She made curtains, tablecloths, shirts, cushions, doilies, anything you could imagine. Some of these are still in the good shape, some of her craftwork unfortunately is disintegrating – like the fragments of a net curtain I’ ve used to make this heart. I did two, one is kept by my daughter in her room, this one is in my shop. I am glad I’ve found a way to keep her work alive…
Local customs, costumes, crafts, foods… It’s all seems to melt gradually into some new globalised uniformity. In a way, this is a sad picture, a loss of our beautiful diversity. Western people often feel touched looking at tribal portraits, especially of children, in exotic attires. But what these people from distant lands would prefer themselves, given choise? Modern living with its salaries, doctors, schools, pensions, benefits, equality and human rights or posing for tourists for a few coins? Is wearing those heavy earring painful? Did that beautiful bride choose her future husband herself? How old is she? How well is she educated? Do we have to stay in a fantasy land? Why so many people are migrating to cities and leaving traditional way of life behind?
The solution to the loss of traditional cultures seems to lay in our free will to explore them and carry their achievements into the future. Lets enjoy the color and sound, lets experiment without being afraid of onlookers. Lets celebrate free creative life. Nobody should ever try to force anybody into the past. Rather we should help to grow a free and equal for all future – firmly rooted in the best from our past.
Thank you so much to the buyer who bought several t-shirts from my Zazzle shop!
