Tapestry but not as we know it
I still remember the first time I saw a really great tapestry. It was the central panel of the Lady and the Unicorn series in the Musee de Cluny, in Paris, and I must have stood in front of it for half an hour, looking at the tiny flowers in the borders, each petal and leaf neatly delineated – an amazing profusion of detail.
But generally, my generation saw tapestry as something like needlepoint – something for little old ladies, something hanging in draughty old castles or at the back of ‘Ye Olde Tea Shoppe’. Tapestry was something from a world …read more
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