SCROLLING VINES
No story begins at the first word. A vine never starts where the eye first sees it. It coils, stretches, grips the earth, and pulls itself toward the sky.
Scrolling Vines is a tribute to the Ottoman gardens that grew wild beneath palace walls. Artisans carved the figures into marble, painted them on ceilings, and let them creep through gold embroidery. Çınar weaves them into silk and wool, letting the knots move as they please.
A vine weaves through cracks, curls around the past, and finds new places to hold. A carpet should do the same—never sitting still, never forgetting where it began.