In 1982, an elderly woman collapsed in a rural train station in China. When officers searched her for clues to her identity, they found a mysterious paper full of characters they couldn't decipher and, under suspicion that she was a spy using code, arrested her. That finding began the slow and startling unveiling of a secret language that has been passed down for centuries among women in the Jiangyong county of Hunan province of China, written in calligraphy on fans and embroidered into the lining of coats. Nüshu, women’s writing, astonished the world.

In Old China, arranged marriages and broken feet bound women to the confines of their husband’s homes where men were often absent, mothers-in-law abusive, and emotional support rare. So, even before marriage, matchmakers were engaged to find auspicious life-long “sworn sisters,” who made elaborate vows and commitments of loyalty to one another. Since they seldom left their homes, sworn sisters sent gifts by courier - fans and clothing, embroidered and painted in this cursive, subversive script.  

Women could not read or write in China, as in most societies for most of human history. But our days demand a meaningful story to hold them. In this case, women ingeniously invented their own language to record their lives, a text born of necessity and longing.

In 2004, I clipped an article from the New York Times with this woman’s picture in it:  the last remaining woman fluent in Nüshu had died at the age of 98. I was stirred by how desperately we all strive to be known, to be heard, to leave a mark. 

Nushu was born in the region where Yao live, and so our Yao exhibit opening next Wednesday will touch on this mysterious language, the script of storied lives, the text in textiles. Don’t miss our unveiling - truly - great surprises are in store.  

And until then, know that whether you are texting on a phone or clicking your knitting needles or brushing a canvas or squeezing a rosebud on a wedding cake...whatever your medium, the story of your life is being told. May it be bold. May it be beautiful. May it be true.

all the best -
Susan Hull Walker