Spring Melody (side #1) Print

A poem reads like this: The end of the road is lost in a white cloud, Spring has awakened all along the stream, I presume: Fallen flowers riding on the waves at times glide by, With current following like flowing perfume. My door in solitude looks on a mountain-path; My study nestles deep among the willows green. The sun peeps in through the leaves when day is clear And quietly sheds on my clothes a beautiful sheen. by Liu Shenxu (700-765? ) Weaving to me is a means to create, to think and to meditate. Hand woven with hand dyed silk yarn and metallic yarn. Double weave pick-up technique was applied to create a reversible image and colors, so it can be displayed away from the wall to view both sides.