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It takes many months for our Granny to weave one picture. Granny buys white wool from farmers, dyes it (whenever possible) in natural colours; fruit, onion peels, bark of trees…
For Granny, the weaving transformed into compulsive behaviour; it became such a painful passion that she neither could take a break nor withstand that ache.
Very often she had to keep pushing her fist against the chest so as the pain would give her some rest. She realized that the pain acted as a know-how tool because she does not have any talent in drawing, painting . . . in anything, actually. Nevertheless, it can uplift you while looking at Granny's art or craft; you name it.
Best wishes from Bes and Syrk