First Steps. Mid air
Saturday 1st December 2001
A patchwork of irregular, ochre tinted pieces, jutted and juxtaposed. A threadlike glimmer of silver runs between, embroidered with a loose regular hand, stitches its way through leathery patches. Glinting, sunkist pearls and sequins gather together before a smooth expense of grey satin, stretched and edged with sparkling lace.
Stunned into emotional awe my brain registers the details and my eyes shutter the memory.
Where are we? I disturb the stewardess as she attempts to catch food in the middle of the night. India she replies. India? I gasp. I breathe in and absorb the site.