Our Story
We are a California based textile design studio, always experimenting with texture, color and pattern. Working in dialogue with artisans in India, we work at the crossroads of textile, craft and expressive design. Pieces are made in limited quantities, designed to belong in homes across geographies and time. Our textiles are narratives of craft nurtured by many hands.
The Masters
This journey is a return to the people who have made mastery a daily habit for generations. In India, art lives in clusters where craft becomes part of identity, daily routine and gives a sense of quiet pride found in the everyday. These clusters are anchors for authenticity and memory. We are grateful to every maker who becomes part of our extended family as we create together.
Every artisan we work with has a unique story of how the practice became an inseparable part of their life and livelihood. These stories, community and legacy are the ones we want to nurture and empower. When you support us, you support fair wages, livelihoods of families who depend on this practice and a living legacy worth preserving. Supporting craft is empowering our memory and heritage to thrive.
The Energy of Craft
Pieces we make take time to become what they are meant to be. This path showed me what the quiet relationship between effort, patience and meaning can translate to and i am grateful for it. It starts with planning and experimenting with pattern, color and texture at the studio. Designs then travel across latitudes and longitudes to be carved into wooden blocks by masters. Artisans print using environmentally safe dyes on fabric and then each piece is hand stitched.
When the pieces travel back after a few months they are put together and packaged here in the studio. Every person who touches the work leaves something of themselves in it. The imperfections are the perfect parts. What arrives at your door is months of collaboration, conversation and making across continents.
The Reason
The heart behind my journey is my grandmother, Madhur.
My grandmother had this lampshade. She'd made it from cane trays she had found somewhere. Everything in her home was like that. Nothing stayed the way it came. Summers there... had a texture to them. Always alive with laughter and conversations in the backdrop of something being cooked or reimagined. Those days feel like a dream I keep trying to hold onto.
When we lost her a few years ago I could not stop thinking about that lampshade. Grief does strange things. It made me protective of everything she stood for. Her creativity, her instinct, the way she moved through life on her own terms. I wanted to carry that forward.
I'd spent my entire career designing for tech and loved it. But there was always something sitting quietly underneath, a love for textiles and a return to the heart of craft. For years I kept burying it, the practical path made more sense. But the guilt of ignoring your heart has its own weight. With her gone I couldn't keep choosing safe. So I borrowed her courage to live the way she did, unapologetically.
