Where the Light Enters
Visions Museum of Textile Art
ABOUT THE EXHIBITION
The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
–Rumi
–Rumi
Changing light, changing shadows, changing colors, changing forms, changing time. These are the rhythms of nature and the seasons. Doshi’s works call us to observe the movement of the sun and the moon, to sway with the winds and tides, and to grow through our experiences of joy and sadness. As Doshi shares, “Watching this eternal dance of seasons taught me there is a time and place for everything.”
For the title of this exhibition, she turned to Rumi, who reminds us to cherish the place where the light enters. She converses with the 13th century Sufi mystic poet, pondering the essential expression of spirit and soul. In soft edges, shadows, and resonant colors, she expresses the essence of life as she sees it and gives us the opportunity to reflect on the richness of life.
ABOUT THE ARTIST
Doshi aspires to “coax the festivity out of the ordinary.” Internationally renowned for textile dyeing, artwork, and wearable art designs, she spent thirty years as a costume designer for artistic and athletic events, including theater, dance, ice-skating, stunt shows, and television. In 1999, she started a line of wearable art and began exhibiting in galleries throughout the United States. Always fascinated with nature, in 2020 she turned to printing on fabric with plant leaves and flowers. She combines an exploration of shaped resist dyeing and eco-printing with a striking color palette to create work that pulsates with energy.
EXHIBITION GALLERY
How Beautifully Leaves Grow Old
How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days. —John Burroughs
Can You Hear The Wind?
The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you; don’t go back to sleep. —Rumi
Their Language Has Not Been Lost
Listen to the trees as they sway in the wind.
Their leaves are telling secrets. Their bark sings songs of olden days. And their roots give names to all things. —Vera Nazarian
I Asked The Leaf If It Was Afraid Of Winter
Today, like every other day,
I wake up feeling empty and frightened.
...take down the harp and let the beauty of what you love, be what you do. —Rumi
The Leaves Are Telling Secrets To The Wind (private collection)
In the whisper of the leaves appears an interchange of love. —William Jones
These Are The Seasons
These are the seasons of my world. These are the seasons of endless transformation.The perpetual harmony of life revealed.
The Coming Tide
Spring, you are a feast for the eyes. The trials of winter are over. Beautiful rose, lift your head and smile. The thunder has announced the arrival of spring. —Rumi
Summer's Surrender
And the sun took a step back, the leaves lulled themselves to sleep, and autumn was awakened. —Raquel Franco
Time Leaves Its Memories
We come spinning out of nothingness, scattering stars like dust. We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless. You think the shadow is the substance. — Rumi
