Dermis

The desert held its silence with the patience that had seen kingdoms rise and fall without lifting a grain of sand. Wind traced its fingers through the dunes, shaping them into forms too perfect to last. Under the sun’s weight, scales shimmered on creatures that belonged to no man, skins hardened by time, hunger, and instinct older than words.
At dusk, a caravan carried silks the color of riverbeds, their fibers pressed with patterns meant to mimic the skin of things that never knew walls. A hunter, burned from the sun’s glare, pressed his hand against the fabric so familiar it felt alive. A merchant unrolled a rug so rich in earthen reds and bronzes that even the desert held its breath, unsure if the sand had been woven inside.

GATOR

Mud baked under the southern sun cracked and curled where the river had once kissed it. Gators moved like ghosts through the reeds, their ridged backs slicing through the water, patient as time itself. A hunter, worn and sunburnt, laid a rug at the entrance of his home, its texture rough under his bare feet, reminding him of the creatures that stalked the edges of his dreams.

A trader unrolled a rug so dark it seemed to hold the weight of the bayou, its patterns pressed with the memory of creatures older than the trees. A priest placed his palms against the fabric, feeling the power of something untamed, something older than scripture. A boy ran his hands along the edges, whispering stories of gators with golden eyes, of beasts who carried the river’s secrets in the ridges of their backs.

PYTHON

The jungle breathed in hushed tones, vines curling around trees, shadows moving without warning. The python slept in the underbrush, coiled in a knot so perfect human hands could have weaved it. In a dimly lit room, a rug unrolled, its patterns twisting like the silent predator, its silk catching the flicker of candlelight, making it seem like the serpent still moved.

A traveler rested on a rug so intricate he swore he saw it shift beneath him as though something inside it waited. A storyteller pressed his fingers against the design, seeing the curve of the serpent’s spine, the suggestion of a body uncoiling in the weave. A woman sat at its edge, watching the moonlight crawl along the surface, convinced the snake would wake if the night grew quiet enough.

OSTRICH

The wind swallowed the cries of the desert birds, their bodies cutting through the air in frantic motion before settling into the sand, vanishing among dunes that had no patience for stillness. A nomad pressed his hands against the rug, its texture reminding him of the feathers that lined the bones of creatures built for escape.

A caravan leader carried a rug so light he believed it had been woven from the breath of the wind itself. A child traced the knots, thinking he could hear the flutter of unseen wings in the fabric. A woman rested on the edge, watching the dust settle into the patterns, wondering if the birds had long since flown from the weave or still waited to be freed.

STINGRAY

The tide rolled over the seabed, pushing silt in quiet spirals, hiding creatures whose skins blurred into the sand. The stingray did not fight the current. It moved as water did, as if it had never known the weight of land and its body had been carved from the tide.

A carpet, pale as the ocean floor, rippled with patterns that seemed to shift under changing light. A barefoot and salt-stained sailor knelt upon it, feeling the ocean’s hush pressed into the fabric. A pearl diver, eyes dark with the memory of things seen below the waves, traced the lines with quiet reverence, believing the sea had given up one of its own.

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.

Dermis – Designed by Nature

GATOR

PYTHON

OSTRICH

STINGRAY

TRADITIONAL COLLECTION

ARABESQUE

TERMINUS

EMBLEM

SURVEYOR

FOLKLORE

PROMENADE

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

CONTEMPORARY COLLECTION

SEASONS

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