Where It All Began
For as long as I can remember, I have worked with my hands. My dad, Hasip Tuzeer, was the most handy and creative person I’ve ever known, and I grew up watching him work in his upholstery shop on Howard Street fixing historical furniture from the Baltimore Museum of Art, The Maryland Historical Society, and the White House. He could fix or make anything and nothing went to waste in his shop. He taught me how to sew, cook, use tools, and always nurtured my imagination. Now his shop has become my workspace where I make fiber art creations, pottery, books, do photography, and, of course, upholstery which I am slowly teaching myself just as my father did.
