#stortelling

Waiting until dusk to learn the piano

Acrylic, water pastel, pencil

14x15″ panel

Kim couldn’t help staring at the photos plastered all around her house. 

She looked at her perfect family, her perfect cheating husband. All she could think of since Karim had left her was how none of it was real. All the photos she posted on simstagram, all the comments claiming they wished they had her life. They had no idea what her life was. They saw photos, moments in time, mostly created by Kim, directing her family to look happier, stand up straighter. 

Judith Linhares Dig, 2017

“In the high desert, where I was raised by Amazons, the days were long and the nights were longer, alas, Cinderella had left twenty years before my arrival. I was borne to a red headed body builder: whose sister was a blond disk jockey, a spinner of fast and loud music. My mother’s mother could not change a tire, but often struck out on her own driven by a dark longing to visit the children from her first marriage. This tribe of women thought it was important to drive a car, ride an unbridled horse, swim in the wild sea, carry a heavy load, earn your own money, make a fine bowl of porridge and know where the fuse box is. This is a true story.”

– Judith Linhares, 2017

In the heart of Tiruppur, a town known for its vibrant textile industry, Ananya Textiles buzzed with the rhythm of stitching machines. The factory wasn’t large, but it had life—rows of fabric rolls stacked against walls, the hum of workers’ chatter, and the faint, comforting scent of freshly spun cotton. For years, this mid-sized company had built its name on quality exports. But now, it stood at…