Our Heritage
From the bylanes of Ajrakhpur, Gujarat.
As he smiles at you from a distance, the weaver in Abdul Jabbar Khatri luminates in his hand made, hand pressed Shirt that he owns for the longest time to tell you that he loves his craft of Ajrakh and recognizes his patrons from a glance.
He owns Ajrakh like a candlestick maker and makes his livelihood with marginal but lifesize prints that he avails of his drawn blocks carved very essentially like a sculpture.
His drawing suggests graphic design but owns a degree of patronage from the Ministry of National handloom. Here is his piece from his experience on Video as he gathers courage to tell Eva how much he appreciates her brave journey.
From Koyallagudem, Pochampalli district.
A gleam and a beautiful smile from Edem makes a tall rock of Gibraltar break and even out the rough edges into a tall order of courage of lasting velocity and heroic in adversity.
A lady weaver par excellence still reeling with a widowed mother and young brother from the throes of existential providence. She talks of bravado and parenting a commune of 100 weavers under her father’s patronage called Ikat.
We bring her weaves and help her spread word of her excellence across all navigations of mindful handloom lovers.
Lets begin with her talk to Eva.
From Shantipur, West Bengal.
A dhakai Jamdani costs something like 5000 in cash and 10 grand from a retailer and 50 grand from a designer store. An aboriginal and a grand man called Subir Biswas creates beautiful handloom laden’s of Jamdani loom with such ease and awe that only a handloom lover can identify the purity and essence of the weave that is muslin and mul cotton.
An architect of quality designs who dresses a loom in fine organic threads of compassion and lays across beauty of weave in each skeptic mind lays a figure of trade for tomorrow and rising like a phoenix at all stages of life.
He creates chaos within but digresses each day with vigor of tomorrow.
Here he talks shyly to Eva and laughs at the end of a spectacle of his being.
