Weave my mother..............Weave my child..............Weave your baskets ..............Of rushes wild. With a mixture of excitement and a fear of the unknown, women artists have been creating beautiful works to conquer the shadow of ugliness stretching over the land as a result of hunger and starvation . . . with the humility to work with their hands and with the pride to create beauty, they have the vision to conceive change and the talent to make it a reality.