A person in the patterns

January 21, 2010 | Posted By: Annie | 2 Comments
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Making my geometric patterns personal, the man below is my grandfather (I think he is very handsome). He died last spring while sleeping in his easy chair at the ripe old age of nearly ninety. He was wonderful, and I miss him every day. My mother gave me his army card from when he fought in World War II. I look at it all the time.  Now that he is gone I have somehow been more interested in his genes, or at least the fact that he is Native American. The skin of my family never really affected me that much before, I just listened to his stories and looked for clothes that flattered my olive undertones. Now, I think somehow it helps me hang on to him a little longer and it allows me to find out more about him even still. I can say alot, I’ll just tell you lately I have spent nights peering at little images of baskets and pots and doodling out rhythms. I think next I’ll start examining persian rugs. . .I’m not from Persia but I have two on my floor and I really really like them. Does that count?