Recently a friend gave me a couple of newspaper clippings she had saved for me many moons ago and recently found.
This article was done in 1997 and published just a few days before my birthday. :) It brought back many fond memories as my aunt (mom's sister) was visiting and I was able to show her this exhibit of my work at a local art gallery.
As I read the headline, I was reminded of how much has happened since 1997, and how little has really changed. I still feel as though I could keep weaving for whatever is left of my life and still not know it all.
Currently reading The Patriarch by Martin Walker