The Gourd Man.
August 16th 2014 We stepped into the courtyard and straight into the heart of a little family business. And it was more heart than business.
On a low bench along a wall a young man sat pencilling designs on small rounded tan-coloured gourds. Two young women next to him, carving out his drawings, using nothing more than a nail sharpened to a point. I noticed the plasters wound around finger tips; saw the concent
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Tara Cloud
Holding tradition in your hands
This is one of the most touching blogs I've ever read. You captured the man, the artist so beautifully, I saw these gourds in Cusco, but now understand the difference between the mass-produced ones (still requiring a lot of skill and sacrifice of fingers) and the old, story-telling ones to be cherished. Oh, to have some space in my pack. Lucky you, in your gourd, you'll be able to cherish the memories of Pedro and his family forever.