Braids of Doodles.

Once, in Beijing when I was small, I was at McDonald's with my mother. An Indian woman stood in front of us, with long, loose, flowing hair down to her ankles. It was the longest hair I'd ever seen- my hair too was as long as it would grow (to my waist) and I was seriously mesmerized by the length of hers. I wondered how she washed it, combed it, etc. My recent trip to India spurred that memory, as I began new work today at the studio.