Belt c. 20th century

This woven belt, made by an anonymous artist, is like a painting, but instead of paint, we have thread, painstakingly laid down, one line at a time. I imagine the artist thinking in stitches, the way I think in brushstrokes. There's a tension between the horizontal, earthy red and green bands and the vertical, geometric patterns and little animal motifs. It's not just decoration; it's a language. Each choice, each color, each animal probably meant something to the weaver, a way to express a deep connection to their life. You know, when I’m painting, I'm not always sure where I’m going, but I trust the process. I wonder if this artist felt the same way, letting the colors and patterns evolve, finding their way to a finished piece. Like all art, this belt embodies a quiet rebellion against the mundane.