"Embroidered and Embedded" 

Only one man was capable of combing my younger sister's curly tresses
He would sit her down and first would start, slowly slowly, to wet her hair… and only afterwards, would comb it.
In order to divert her attention from the expected hurt, he would tell her stories.
He took the descriptions from his world.
My Mother an embroiderer, My Father was a weaver.
He would tell, describe to her, an entire world of shapes and colors, intertwined this in that.
The words which returned, like a mantra in the wonderful stories he wove, was "Embroidered and Embedded"," Embroidered and Embedded".
When I began to create, I found myself drawn to a world of shapes which existed in my memory and accompanied me over the years. 
These works of etching are something else about what was.

Shoshanna Givon

August, 97