Promenade

Silk muffled footsteps, swallowing sound into its plush depths. Columns rise like silent guardians, watching figures drift through corridors heavy with time. Silken knots press against soles, guiding gently, leading toward unseen destinations.

Once, a nobleman walked this path, his thoughts unraveling with each measured step. At the edge, a widow sat, her hands tracing invisible lines, remembering a voice lost to the wind. Along the borders, a child ran, laughter trailing behind, a stark contrast to the silence the rug demanded.

VERSAILLES

Gold clings to silk like the sun pressed its warmth into every curve. Chandeliers burn overhead, their fire caught in the strands below, refracting into something softer, something held.

Once, a dressmaker knelt upon such fabric, pressing lace against its surface, seeking guidance in its pattern. A diplomat studied its geometry, believing patterns held secrets no treaty could promise. Draped in silk, a queen pressed her fingers against the gold, knowing the pattern would remain after voices dimmed.

MIDNIGHT GARDEN

Moonlight spills through glass, pooling into folds of silk where shadows mimic petals. Colors shift beneath the hush of night, vines creeping toward unseen borders, flowers frozen in eternal bloom. The scent of jasmine imagined yet undeniable, diffuses in the air.

Once, a musician played where the fabric stretched, his notes weaving into the silence, never escaping the garden’s grasp. At its edge, a governess stood, watching moonlight kiss the knots, knowing dawn would leave the petals unchanged. Resting her hand upon the silk, a seamstress half-believed she felt roots pressing back against her palm.

ENGLISH HEDGE

Sunlight filters through unseen leaves, spilling over fabric traced with the movement of hand-shaped hedges that turned nature into art. Lines curve without hesitation, symmetry born of patience, patterns locked into place with quiet defiance.

Searching for the logic of vines that never tangled. Beside the weave, a painter spread his canvas, seeking to mimic the order the rug held. At its border, a traveler paused, believing, for a moment, that if he followed the pattern, he would find his way home.

TERRACE

Afternoon light rests against the fabric, settling into the weave like a hand pressed into warm stone. The pattern breathes without movement, holding the hush of conversation, the weight of hours spent in comfort, the quiet certainty of a place meant to be lived in.

Watching light clung to its fibers as if the fabric knew how to hold the day. A widow ran her hand along its surface, measuring time in how warmth remained even as shadows stretched. At its center, a playwright sat, tearing pages in frustration, believing the rug held the story he could not find.

PEONY BORDER

Silk cradles petals that never fell, their bloom caught between time and strand. The flowers press outward, locked in an unfading spring, their edges curling toward something unseen—the scent of peonies, unspoken yet present, hovers in the air like a promise.

A tailor measured his cloth against the weave, knowing no garment would ever hold its grace. Pressing her bare feet into the petals, a dancer twirled until fabric and movement became the same. Upon the border, a woman rested her head, the blooms beneath her cheek as soft as the memory she wished to keep.

WILD PEONY

The flowers reach without restraint, their petals unfurling past where the border should hold them. Colors spill without care, vines stretching beyond the confines of symmetry, blooming in ways no hand could predict. The fabric hums with beauty, neither captured nor contained.

They sat upon its surface, tracing the petals with calloused hands, wondering if the sea could ever learn such abandon. Sprawled over the pattern, a child lay, arms thrown wide, as if he, too, could grow beyond the space he had been given. Studying the petals, a rug maker knew no needle would knot something so free.

TRADITIONAL COLLECTION

Arabesque, Terminus, Emblem, Surveyor, Folklore, and Promenade collections house the grandeur of centennial artistry. Brace yourself. Every collection will carry you on a traditional odyssey.

An album of artisan hands, a collection of millions of knots

Anthology

CONTEMPORARY COLLECTION

Art is constantly transforming. Seasons, Dermis, Lovers And Dreamers, Cosmic Order, and Holding Court collections all mirror that. The present moves, but silk holds onto it, preserving light before it slips away.

Promenade – Spring Held In Silk

VERSAILLES

MIDNIGHT GARDEN

ENGLISH HEDGE

TERRACE

PEONY BORDER

WILD PEONY

TRADITIONAL COLLECTION

ARABESQUE

TERMINUS

EMBLEM

SURVEYOR

FOLKLORE

An album of artisan hands, a collection of millions of knots

CONTEMPORARY COLLECTION

SEASONS

DERMIS

LOVERS AND DREAMERS

HOLDING COURT

COSMIC ORDER

Gallery of Wonders

Traditional 66

Contemporary 51

Wall Hangings 32

Remarkable Moments 26

Let the Light Through 12

CINAR NEWS

Cinar Experience Center

Traditional Designs

Contemporary Collection

Silk & Soul