An archive of notes from the workshop — on craft, on rooms, on the slow lives of objects. Published when there is something worth saying.
Why a vegetable-dyed wool from August looks nothing like the same recipe in February — and why we don't try to correct it. A note from the dye yard in Sanganer, two days after the first rains.
A rug woven for a young couple in 1962 returned to the studio last spring. Slightly faded. Otherwise — exactly itself.
Cold running water and the slope of the bank. A practice older than the studio. A practice we have not improved.
Why a single irregular loop, repeated 168,000 times per square metre, looks more like silk than mathematics.
A rug takes eleven months on a loom in Bhadohi, then sixty years on a floor in Antwerp. The slow part happens before you ever see it.— letter no. 17 · spring MMXXV