F L E S H A S H E R S T O R Y
Փեշահունջ (skirts that speak)

F L E S H A S H E R S T O R Y
Փեշահունջ (skirts that speak)

What difference does it make whether a man or a woman wore that stinking shoe? A week passes in a blink of an eye, and my thoughts are like a delicate chain, tangled up in the tightest of knots. Then, amongst the chaos of printed research all strewn about, I notice a picture of a beautifully woven textile. It’s from the article on the shoe excavation: they also unearthed a 5,900 year old fragment of a woman’s skirt, made of woven reed. I can’t help but wonder whether these weaving hands were foreshadowing the soon-to-come weaving (and conception) of the east and the west, the warp and the weft -- onto those lands, onto her cosmologies, onto the bodies of her descendants...