Holding Court

Holding Court collection is smoothed by centuries of footsteps, each pressing into the memory of those who once ruled, bargained, and whispered beneath ceilings painted with the grandeur of empires. Velvet drapes cling to the windows, holding candlelight’s flicker close, shielding the room from the world outside. Ink and iron mingle in the air, a message that power lives as much in words as in steel.

Gold-lined rugs sprawl across the floor, their patterns heavy with crowns won and lost. The past hums through the weave, alive, restless, pressing into the hands of those who dare trace its lines. Some come seeking fortune, others justice, and a few to remember what once was.

DUCHESS REFLECTION

Silk drapes the shadows like a story half-told, violet threads twisting through the fabric, catching the dim glow of a dying fire. Reflections dance where light meets dark, throwing shapes unseen into the room. Night leans heavily on the floor, pressing secrets into the fibers, waiting for dawn to pull them into clarity.

An empress, once the quiet shadow behind the throne, runs her fingers along the edge, recalling letters she never sent. A painter, hands still stained with oil and pigment, studies the dark corners where figures seem to shift at the edge of sight. A daughter kneels, reading the patterns like a script she never learned but understands all the same

JESTER

Laughter echoes where wisdom hesitates, emerald and gold twisting together in a silent jest played out in silk and light. The pattern bends and shifts under the eye, refusing to stay still, refusing to obey. At its edges, the world changes as though the fabric itself mocks the order of things.

A musician taps his fingers along its border, catching a rhythm older than the melody. A cartographer tilts his head, tracing lines that seem to redraw themselves, revealing paths he’s never seen. A scholar smirked, finding riddles in the weave, knowing answers were never the point.

JESTER HARVEST

Gold spills into russet, flowing through silk like sunlight through autumn leaves. The fabric feels alive, every fold hinting at movement, as though the wind pressed its laughter into the threads.

A wanderer steps forward, drawn by a road that doesn’t exist but feels familiar. A poet watches the colors shift, tasting words before they form. A fortune teller lifts the corner, sensing choices yet to be made.

KING’S CREST

Gold meets onyx in the shadows coil, and each thread is pulled tight as an oath. The design stands firm, every line measured, every crest carved into the weave like a promise. Silence lives within its borders, heavy with the weight of crowns and the patience of time.

A warrior pauses at the threshold, recognizing the stillness before a battle’s charge. A judge presses his hands against its edges, measuring justice in its symmetry. A writer stares into its black and silver, searching for an ending he already knows.

KING’S CREST HARVEST

Bronze and amber melt into the weave, heavy with the scent of rain-soaked earth. The pattern waits, quiet, knowing its presence speaks louder than any flourish. No crown sits heavier than one carried with calm certainty.

A horseman runs his hands along its border, recalling roads that led home and those that didn’t. A philosopher stands still, watching light bend into the fabric, knowing wisdom doesn’t rush. A builder kneels, pressing his palm to the weave, feeling the weight of the stone in something softer.

KING’S CROWN

Ruby threads knot together, forming arches that rise and fall without breaking. The pattern balances delicacy and strength, held together by the knowledge that power is earned in silence as often as in war.

A diplomat watches its form, tracing paths of treaties unbroken. A smith studies the edges, their sharpness reminding him of steel. A widow brushes the surface, remembering the gold that circled her fingers.

KING’S CROWN HARVEST

Sunlight curls into the edges, warming the fabric as though kissed by the same fire that forged the first crown. The gold rests, steady, patient, waiting for hands to understand its worth.

A traveler stops mid-step, pulled back to summers beneath open skies. A teacher watches the colors shift, reminded of lessons learned under harvest moons. A scribe touches the weave, seeing stories yet to be written.

QUEEN’S DELIGHT

Smoke curls into steel, shifting only where silver breaks its hold. The pattern speaks in shadows, firm lines, and stories half-told but never forgotten. Its weight doesn’t crush; it steadies.

A knight lingers at its border, remembering iron and ink. A tailor presses his palm against the fabric, feeling precision crafted without error. A poet watches light bend, knowing some stories live without words.

QUEEN’S DELIGHT HARVEST

Amber settles where gold softens, pressing warmth into the silence. No throne built on wisdom crumbles. No crown carried with patience loses its shine.

A healer traces its edges, seeing kindness in its quiet glow. A painter lifts its corner, catching the light and playing along the weave like color breathing. A historian pauses, feeling time fold into the fabric, knowing memory doesn’t always need a voice.

QUEEN’S DELIGHT DARK

Smoke curls into steel, shifting only where silver breaks its hold. The pattern speaks in shadows, firm lines, and stories half-told but never forgotten. Its weight doesn’t crush; it steadies.

THE DUKE

Bronze and black press into the weave, dark as ink drying under a careful hand. Excess has no place here. The form is precise, the balance is measured, and it is a quiet statement rather than an echo.

A strategist narrows his gaze, finding meaning where others see silence. A locksmith brushes the fabric, recognizing the order in its pattern. A watchmaker lingers, counting time within its measured form.

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.

Holding Court – Every Kingdom Begins With A Single Thread.

DUCHESS REFLECTION

JESTER

JESTER HARVEST

KING’S CREST

KING’S CREST HARVEST

KING’S CROWN

KING’S CROWN HARVEST

QUEEN’S DELIGHT

QUEEN’S DELIGHT HARVEST

QUEEN’S DELIGHT DARK

THE DUKE

TRADITIONAL COLLECTION

ARABESQUE

TERMINUS

EMBLEM

SURVEYOR

FOLKLORE

PROMENADE

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

CONTEMPORARY COLLECTION

SEASONS

DERMIS

LOVERS AND DREAMERS

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