Fabric For A Friend
Artwork - Burgerkiss “I rushed over as quick as I could!” An excited Dennis nearly slammed the front door off its hinges as he barreled into the home of silk-maker and fine cloth salesman Tihomir. The man barely flinched, used to Dennis’ lively entrances. He sat quiet and composed, waving a hand at his friend. Dennis got the message and closed the door he had just nearly broke, but was quick to rush over with the shuffling steps of an overactive child. “So Tihomir, you said this was your masterpiece?” “Mhm. I think it might be.” A hand reached out behind a small desk and pulled out a neatly folded cloth. Tihomir stared at it with pride as he unfolded it slightly. “So my good friend. Tell me what you see?” It had always been Dennis’ delight to inspect the goods before they hit the market. He didn’t create like him, but he and Tihomir held the same reverence towards the beauty of fabrics, and they had grown close as friends over their unified obsession. It was probably why he was often