The World in Cushions Blog — Fabrics

It was in the hills of the rift valley working for a Buddhist festival that I first fell in love with the Maasai blankets or Shuka as they are called locally. I had come to Kenya as part of a motley crew of artists, designers, makers and musicians. We were to bring to life this corner of the world for the Shinnyo-en Buddhists annual fire and water festival a faction of Japanese Buddhists. I knew little of Buddhism before the trip and felt inspired by the marriage of colours and sounds of these two separate cultures. The gentle chanting with the deep purples and oranges of the Japanese’s fused with the bright reds and deep drumming of the local Samburu...

A friend of mine lives on the isle of Lewis and this was my destination, my starting point from where I would find remote waves and weavers of Harris tweed.  My trip to the Outer Hebrides took me to deserted beaches where I swam and surfed with mystified seals, long walks across the hills and through bogs to return to my friends place as the sun faded soaked to the skin and happy. We spent our evenings drinking the local whiskey and putting the world to right.