We travel the untraveled, unravel the unraveled.

India country of contrasts, colors & creativity

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Where nothing is overlooked. No corner leaving us untouched

The most unexpected color palettes and patterns, 
shapes and textures blending into a poetic landscape

The winds of change taking us along
The small streets whispering stories

Where old and new, tradition and modernity, beauty and chaos merge into one picture. 
Different parts showing that there are no parts apart from the whole

Where all our senses are triggered. 
The noise, the dust, and the dirt being as much part of the scenery 
as the scent of tea and the bohemian skies lifting our spirits

Where creativity is celebrated, ancient crafts preserved and reinterpreted
People creating so much with so little means, 
challenging their precision and inventiveness. 

Where new horizons are rising. 
Social enterprises responding to the needs of their country, 
giving chances to minorities, and building hope.

Where our journey begins…

As is the thing with inspiration, there might be a beginning, there is no end... 

Pink city & patterns

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Finding ourselves in between beauty and chaos in Jaipur’s pink city -which isn’t pink by the way, but rather faded yellow- we head to the countryside just outside the bursting city. Few steps away we find the city of Bagru, Rajastan’s centre for hand block printing and natural dyes. Eager to learn more and to submerge ourselves in the world of handicrafts, we subscribe for a workshop at Jai Texart. We are introduced to all kinds of natural dyes, the region’s rich cultural heritage, and we get to know the passionate brothers, who found their Nirvana in this labyrinth of patterns and in social entrepreneurship. Profound believers of the fact that by sustaining tradition and celebrating their people’s skills, they can bring about innovation, not only socially empowering women, but also ecologically, using nature only, and taking into account the environment in their production process.

Before we know, we are immersed into the elaborate process of block printing, its age-old techniques and printing our own scarf.

First we are taught how colours are extracted from nature out of vegetables, animals and plants. If it wasn’t for the textiles and patterns surrounding us, we could think it was a cooking class, as the ingredients used were laying on the table. Turmeric for orange, pomegranate for red…And as we were introduced to the secret -often strange!- recipes. The colour black for example is made from horseshoes and sugar cane left in a pot with water for 30 days?! Speaking of alchemists...

Then we are guided through the different steps that are needed to prepare the fabric. Before it is printed, the fabric is first washed, second it is soaked in cold water and harda powder, extracted from the fruit, for the cotton to fully absorb the color dye. Third, we lay it to dry in the sun. 

The dried fabric is then stretched and pinned onto a printing table. After choosing the color and our designs from a library of patterns carved in wood, and a little sketch, challenging our creativity, the real work can begin. We are shown the printing technique, requiring care and skill! The stamp is placed from left to right and after the back of the stamp is slammed hard with the fist for a good impression. Important! We always work from the middle towards the edges. If we choose a multi-coloured pattern, we first use the outline block and after the filling block to fill it with another colour. 

When the designing is done, the fabric is sun-dried again, washed and boiled with flowers from the Dhaura tree to fix the colours to the fabric. Then we leave it to dry one last time in the sun.

Done! The generosity of nature towards those who are patient… 

The combinations of patterns and colours are endless, the result different every time. As in nature...their beauty resides in tiny imperfections. Like that pinkish colour our scarf had instead of white because something went wrong in the colour-fixing process … At least we saw some pink in Jaipur after all.