The world remains a rich tapestry.

Well, I became a tapestry historian.

Supposedly. He's in the Tapestry Room.

Who, me? The tapestry geek? I don't wear a tie!

Look at that. Two Louis XVI chairs with a... good tapestry fabric.

The walls were covered with tapestry with a forest scene embroidered on it.

It's no longer a question of chucking a tapestry in the back of a car.

She put her hand accidentally upon the tapestry near her, and then sprang back, feeling quite startled.

With no natural light source, Siva is one of these amazing places that when you look up you see a perfect tapestry.

I believe I have taken a wrong turning again, she said, standing still at what seemed the end of a short passage with tapestry on the wall.

I've trained with the best in the field, performed across the globe, taught young and old alike, created, collaborated, choreographed, and wove a rich tapestry of artistry, achievement and awards.

He's turning 50 this year, and he's convinced that the rich tapestry of reputation he's built on Airbnb will lead him to doing something interesting with the rest of his life.

The pulsating of shifting hues of light cascading down the fiber tapestry are synchronized through acoustic analysis of the ebb and flow of the Puget Sound you can see from the City Hall.

Scenes of forest destruction, forest harvesting and forest fragmentation, thereby making that intact tapestry of the canopy unable to function in the marvelous ways that it has when it is not disturbed by humans.

Obviously, I could give any number of examples here, and let me just state one super obvious one, which is that search engines use a tapestry of algorithms to efficiently compute the relevance of various webpages.

And through this tapestry, which is the history of this country, the kids acquire what is probably the most important value in education, and that is the understanding that life is complex, and there's no black and white.

I built a loom in a one car garage with postal tubes and dowels, and things I could find in a hardware store, and I started weaving this optical fiber, which became a tapestry, 5 feet wide and 50 feet long.

The tapestry was the covering of a door which fell open and showed her that there was another part of the corridor behind it, and Mrs. Medlock was coming up it with her bunch of keys in her hand and a very cross look on her face.

And whether it's in the expression of a Greek sculpture that reminds you of a friend, or a dog pooping in the corner of a tapestry, or, to bring it back to my tutor Pietro, those dancing figures who are indeed knocking back the wine, and that nude figure in the left foreground.