Far and away, the high point of my 2014 Indian Market experience was my discovery of The Cape, a textile so spectacular, it requires capitalization.
As my mom was visiting the booth of Sheldon Harvey, a Navajo painter and sculptor, I wandered off on my own to peruse the offerings at nearby stalls. From across the street, I spotted a black garment hanging in the back of a shaded tent. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a black feathered cape that looked like something from Darren Aronofsky’s Black Swan.
Far and away, the high point of my 2014 Indian Market experience was my discovery of The Cape, a textile so spectacular, it requires capitalization.
As my mom was visiting the booth of Sheldon Harvey, a Navajo painter and sculptor, I wandered off on my own to peruse the offerings at nearby stalls. From across the street, I spotted a black garment hanging in the back of a shaded tent. Upon closer inspection, I saw that it was a black feathered cape that looked like something from Darren Aronofsky’s Black Swan.