#tbt African Art Edition
Today, as part of our “snowed in”activities, my aunt hung this cloth mural outside of my bedroom. I remember sitting at the base of the steps as a child staring for hours and trying to decipher the story it told from its cryptic pictograms. It became something I’d do whenever I felt sad or the pangs of an anxiety attack in my chest; I’d seat myself in the coolness of the basement and make stories from cut pieces of cloth.
I weaved a dozen tales in my head over the years. Stories of men taking the form of beasts, fables of dueling tribes, of magical trees and faraway lands…
Today I am reminded of my childlike imagination. I am grateful that it has never left me ❤️