Folklore

A mother once stitched a secret into the border of a rug, knowing that her daughter’s daughter would find it. A sultan’s storyteller walked on silk threaded with the myths he spun at dusk. A rug spread across a wooden floor carried the scent of fire, the sound of a story, and the hush of children listening with wide eyes.

A thread moves across the loom, catching stories as it twists through the fingers of those who weave. Every knot ties a memory, a voice, an echo of laughter, a lullaby sung over a cradle woven into wool. Folklore holds the weight of hands that shaped its patterns, hands that knew that a tale told once would never vanish.

VIRTUE

Silk slips through calloused fingers, each knot tied with patience. Patterns speak of grace, honesty, and hands moving without doubt. Virtue takes its time, settling into every thread, asking only to be held with honor.

Once, a merchant traded his wealth for a single rug, believing silk could teach his sons what gold never could. A woman wove her ancestors’ names into a border, knowing patience was the truest inheritance. Before a king, a rug lay bare of jewels, bare of gold, yet every thread gleamed with the honesty of its making.

RITUAL

Prayers cross lips before dawn. Hands reach for the same wool pressed under another’s palm a century ago. A weaver pulls a knot tight, knowing no day begins until the loom sings its first song. Ritual lives in memory, not motion.

Monks once walked the length of a rug in quiet devotion, their footprints pressed into its weave. A mother brushed her fingertips across silk before laying her child to rest upon it, as her mother had done before. Morning light wove into the pattern, knowing no day would start without its presence.

FORTITUDE

Threads stretch, pulled by steady hands. Patterns stand firm under pressure. Fortitude ties into every fiber, each knot pressed firm with the certainty of hands knowing struggle.

A warrior’s mother traced a border into silk, believing her son would walk upon it again. Before his shop’s doors, a merchant laid his rug, trusting the pattern to greet every traveler seeking rest. With fingers worn from years at the loom, a weaver tied the final knot, knowing the rug would hold its shape forever.

REFLECTION

Rugs stretch across floors, soaking in the light and shifting through rooms. Patterns mirror the hands shaping them; thoughts pressed into their weave, prayers whispered over their knots. Reflection makes the past visible, holds the present in silk, and keeps the future waiting inside every thread.

Once, a poet lay upon a rug, tracing its borders as if searching for answers he hadn’t yet written. A queen studied patterns in wool, seeing her childhood woven into every thread. Returning to the rug he’d left behind, a traveler found it unchanged, though his face had aged.

CONVENTION

Looms stay steady. Patterns stay firm. Weavers move without hesitation, trusting the motion of hands from generations past. Convention keeps its form with quiet certainty, never straying from the lessons pressed into its knots.

For a hundred years, a ruler’s court carried the same rug, knowing its presence alone commanded respect. A scholar studied a weave’s pattern, believing its precision held time’s secrets. Pressing his fingers into silk, a child felt the weight of generations passing it down.

LEGEND

Weavers once knotted tales so fine into rugs no one could tell where threads ended, and stories began. Sailors carried pieces of silk from their mothers’ looms, believing they would lead them home. Kings placed thrones on intricate weaves no eye could fully follow.

Heroes step onto rugs woven with gold, knowing their names stay in the threads forever. Queens’ final words settle into silk, stitched into history’s fabric. Patterns stretch across time, linking the present to stories from before.

INTRIGUE

Whispers curl around rooms where silk glows under candlelight. Hands move across weaves, holding more than patterns, lines, and color. Intrigue lingers inside every knot, pressing mysteries into the fibers holding them.

Beneath a sultan’s table, a rug lay with borders traced in symbols only the wise could read. Poets left messages inside weaves, trusting time to bring the right eyes to uncover them. Merchants’ rugs carried maps woven so fine no one noticed their purpose until too late.

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.

Folklore – A Knot Of Tales

VIRTUE

RITUAL

FORTITUDE

REFLECTION

CONVENTION

LEGEND

INTRIGUE

TRADITIONAL COLLECTION

ARABESQUE

TERMINUS

EMBLEM

SURVEYOR

PROMENADE

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