Photographer's Note

The matriarch of the Palaung family I stayed with spent most of the afternoon weaving the traditional clothing they wear.
Although, little by little the tradition of clothing is dying out and they all start wearing normal Burmese clothing.
These beautiful garments are just not comfortable to work in when working on the land and they are quit expansive to weave as well.

The artisan moment was very homelike; the fire on in the background, the never ending smoke still circling around the room and the clicking sound of the hand made weaving machine as she continued weaving.

I was impressed by the craftsmanship of this old lady and the little means they have to manufacture the garments.
After everybody had left the house that morning, she insisted on letting me weave, but I’m afraid I made a very bad impression. The threads got horribly mixed up and I didn’t keep the line too straight either. I obviously wouldn’t stand a chance to become a good Palaung tribe’s woman!

In fact the lady seemed very surprised I was rather useless at it. I could see in her eyes that she all of sudden understood why I was a single woman… What man would want to marry a woman that didn’t know how to weave!
So she was very determined for her new mission. We’ll see what will happen to my life now I have had a proper weaving lesson…

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