Sunday, 3 November 2013

Feeling a face

I made these some time ago.

There was a time when I used to think that the only way I could ever tell a story was with words. It's the only way I knew how, if at all. I didn't see myself drawing them, telling them with scraps of paper and bits of cloth.

But here's one. It's about a man and a woman, their three young children, and their yellow-door house. It's also about the song they first danced to, the cats they loved, the garden they grew, and the years that grew in between.

There are stories that you make up about people who don't exist. And then, there are these - stories that you don't make up, about people you don't know. Like a blind man feeling a face.


  1. Beautiful! I know where Chotto Ma gets her creativity from! :)

  2. Replies
    1. Thanks Erika :) I always enjoy working out the details the most, because that's were the story lies.

  3. Its so beautiful Pia. You are so gifted with words, with things and with beautiful thoughts. Happy Deepawali.

  4. Happy Deepavali, Anita :) Much light, luck and love to you and little Mimi. And thank you.

  5. I love your work Pia! I am going to ask you to make me something very soon :) Just wanted to point out - there is a typo on the link at the end of blogpost - its written out as esty instead of etsy

    1. Thanks Sneha!
      And, noted and corrected :)


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