My mom is embroidery

Since I could figure out that I was a person, my mom always took her lovely technique to a level that always made me feel so humble as an artist, not just because I knew that I would never be able to do something like that.

But the freedom of this acknowledgement of my own limitations gave me a huge relief. When you know your limitations, you can find other ways to expand your abilities into different mediums.

But I never stop admiring the technique that I spent almost my entire life observing; something so profound and complex has had a huge impact on the way I see things now.

And when we were together in the Metropolitan Museum in New York City, just two artists mesmerized the amour of a French king. I wondered, as a historian aficionado, if she would be part of the craftswomen working closer to Henry II of France if we were back in the 1500s.

I looked at her and asked, "Could you reproduce this amour on embroidery? Since my mom is an embroidery artist, she would definitely make the King proud. God save the craftswomen.