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Arabesque – The Endless Knot

A pattern should never stop. It should move, twist, and breathe. Çınar’s Arabesque Collection was born so. Inspired by the hypnotic lines of Ottoman palaces, the Seljuk manuscripts’ spirals, and the Andalusian stonework curves. No corner traps it; no border tames it.

Calligraphers traced shapes on parchment, stone, and silk, encouraging their ink to mimic a rhythm older than empires. Çınar took up the same mission, knot by knot, thread by thread, and creating rugs that never detour.


THE UNBROKEN LINE

If a pattern refuses to end, it must never be rushed. Each turn leads to the next, and each loop repeats the last. The eye follows it, but it never comes to an ending. Time gets caught in the pattern and transforms a single thread into eternity.


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.

GARDEN TRELLIS

Sunlight filters through the latticework, posing a dance of light and dark. Garden Trellis portrays the flickering moment where shadow plays across the stone, where a breeze moves the leaves but never bends them.
The gardens of Topkapi, the courtyards of Isfahan, and the engraved visuals of Andalusia —all turned nature through art. Çınar follows that path, linking each knot to hold the light.

A pattern should feel open, never closing in, never sealing itself off. The light must slip through. The weave must make space for peace.

Palmette

The past blooms where no one expects it. Palms stretched wide over Mesopotamian cities; sculptors chiseled their leaves into stone, and artisans pressed them into gold. Palmette carries their shape into silk.

The flower opens, its edges reaching outward, its heart residing silent. A palm frond appears in its clock, keeping the wind without splitting. A knot should do the same, letting the pattern breathe but never losing shape.

Oasis

A traveler stops. The desert stretches behind, more waiting ahead. But for now, there is shade. A pool of water. A chance to rest. Oasis captures that pause—the moment before the journey begins again.

The silk shimmers like water touched by the wind. The weave shifts from the sand’s warmth to the palm’s cool shadow. A place that offers rest should never be forgotten. The weave holds the promise of shade.

Gentry

A name passes from one hand to another, written into the land. Gentry is a tribute to those who built their stories into the earth and let the past shape the present. The rug holds its history in steady hands, each knot placed with the weight of knowledge passed down.

A pattern must hold its ground. It must be steady, knowing its worth, waiting for those who understand to recognize it.

Papyrus

A reed bends in the wind, cut and pressed into a surface that outlasts dynasties. Papyrus remembers the first stories—scratched onto stone, inked onto scrolls, carried across the Nile in hands that never knew their words would still be read.

A pattern is read like a story—clear but endless, moving in meaning with every sight, waiting to be realized.

 

Acanthus

A wild plant twists through the cracks of an ancient ruin, growing where nothing else dares. Romans carved it into their temples, Byzantines let it sprawl across mosaics, and Ottomans pressed its shape into silver. Çınar weaves it into silk and leaves to curl where they will.

Acanthus grows and spreads across stone and time. It finds its place, stretches into the light, and refuses to be forgotten —never trapped, continually moving.

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

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.