Life is a journey

The Life of Indian Fabric

The life of fabric is an interesting and sometimes lengthy journey. Before a garment of clothing arrives in your closet it can have lived a very long life through several countries and even continents passing through hundreds of hands. While traveling through Rajasthan India searching for Indian fabric, I was able to see first hand just how enchanting its journey can be.

Women of Jaipur wearing Indian fabric

Women dressed in colorful saris walk down the street in Jaipur’s pink city near Hawa Mahal.

On the rattling bus to Pushkar from Jaipur I gazed out the window at the woman walking past dressed in rainbow pop-colored saris and pondered the life of fabric. Having just spent a week in Jaipur sourcing textiles from bazaars and dealers I had seen so many exquisite pieces of Indian fabric both old and new, some as old as 150 years. I had also spent a few days in Saganeer and Bagru where the traditional age-old block printing technique originates. In the villages there, literally in every back garden or out in the countryside on sugar cane farms, you’ll find the artisans, creating prints from small wooden blocks or large metal screens onto meters upon meters of mostly cottons and silks.

Indian fabric traditional dyeing technique

At Block Print House in Bagru, Deepak’s 80 year old father has been following the journey of a fabric’s life for 40 years. He uses mango leaves to naturally dye cotton green. He sinks the fabric in the boiling vat using a wooden stick to absorb the dye.

My travel companion, South African artist, Lyndi Sales, decided to do a 3 day course in Indian block printing and natural dying at the Block Print House in Bagru to learn the ancient technique herself. She explained later that she wished she had more time. 3 days just wasn’t enough to transform a piece of cotton into a work of art. Deepak, in his early thirties, who runs the family business – Block Print House, explained to us that the craft had been in his family for over 100 years with the technique passed down from generation to generation. Over a boiling vat of mango leaves coloring its water a deep green, we met Deepak’s father, a happy and hard-working man. In the distance bold yellow pieces of cloth fluttered in the heated breeze strewn across a rope tied from tree to tree. On another stretch of land laid dozens of long pieces of cotton dyed indigo drying on the grass in the sun awaiting their next phase. The indigo pieces once dried, would soon be moved inside onto the long wooden tables where a group of young men were working. There, they would be stretched across the canvas-covered tables and printed by hand with wooden blocks. The wooden blocks are chiseled into flower, shell or geometric designs used to stamp the fabric in an alternative dye color. Sometimes the designs are multi-faceted with a block print within a block print. The possibilities are literally endless.

Indian fabric prints are made using chiseled wooden blocks

An artesian is seen here chiseling a wooden block used in Indian Block Printing.

Various sized wooden blocks used to print on Indian fabric

Wooden blocks made as stamps for the Indian fabric come in all shapes, sizes and designs.

Indian fabric getting block printed at the Block Print House

At work; block-printing Indian fabric stretched over a long canvas-covered table at Block Print House in Bagru.

And then there were the pieces of cloth that we came upon in bazaars after talking with knowledgable Indian fabric merchants who collect vintage fabrics throughout India. It is not unusual for a piece of cloth to act as an heirloom within a family. A cross stitch door hanging for instance can be symbolic of their Hindu religion incorporating various gods and animals onto the cloth and hung in sacred spaces for protection. Some of the most beautiful pieces of Indian fabric I came upon in Jaipur were 150 year old off cuts from dresses that had been hand-picked and collected by fabric merchants. Some of the villages were so remote that the merchants did not trade in money, but rather in spices, appliances or other necessities. I decided to buy a dozen of the off cuts and use some of the block printed silks and cottons I had bought to re-design new dresses incorporating the heritage fabrics into contemporary designs. My intention was to not let this fabric’s journey end.

Women in a Factory working with Indian fabric

A piece of block-printed Indian fabric has already had a very long life before it ends up on a manufacturing table at this factory in Saganeer.

Indian fabric on the road in a truck

Stacks of folded block-printed Indian fabric are loaded onto a truck to be transported to their next destination. Transport trucks like this one in Jaipur are commonly adorned with intricate designs and drawings of the Hindu Gods.

As the bus pulled into Pushkar an ancient Hindu city surrounded a holy lake, I thought about the story behind the sacred city. According to Hindu theology, the lake at Pushkar was created by Lord Shiva’s tears, which he is believed to have shed after the death of his wife, Sati. The story goes that when Sati died, Shiva cried so much and for so long, that his tears created two holy ponds, one at Pushkar in Ajmer and the other at Ketaksha, which literally means raining eyes in Sanskrit. Seldomly in India, is there a city or place that does not have an intricate story attached giving it sacred status and a deeper meaning. So too could be said for the fabric of this region where a piece of Indian fabric is not just a piece of cloth but has its own story, creative origin and ongoing journey.

Sneak Peak into the Indian fabric collection that will be on sale soon

One part vintage off- cut, one part cotton ikat, one part block printed cotton silk = A sneak peak of Amy on a Journey’s India- the Life of Fabric collection coming soon.

To view AMY ON A JOURNEY’s,  INDIA -Life of Fabric collection, stay tuned on Instagram  (amyjourney) for the next pop up exhibition!

If you miss the pop-ups, don’t worry! Amy on a JOURNEY will be trading at SPIRITFEST in March 2018.  Hope to see you all there!

Sat nam x

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Other Form of Design in Cape Town: FILM

Design and craft are not the only art forms being produced at a world-class level in Cape Town, as all Cape Townians know, the film industry thrives in our magical little seaside city. Cape Town has been a hot spot for International film makers and television commercials for decades, though it is recently on the rise with dozens of International TV series and feature films expected to shoot on our shores, in our studios and with the growing respected local crews of South Africa this winter.

While working in wardrobe on a US commercial just a few weeks back, I sat down with the International art director brought over from Los Angeles (he had a South African counter part art directing as well). We chatted for awhile about Los Angeles and his love/hate relationship with the city of angels. He admitted he is away a lot and hardly anything gets filmed in LA anymore. Though it was a pity he said, as it is the birthplace of film and tv with hundreds of incredible prop shops from years past, it is just too expensive to film in LA anymore. He named Cape Town, Buenos Aries, Prague and Toronto the top cities to film in these days. Atalanta and Detroit (recently bankrupt) were US cities that producers were choosing to film in to keep the budget costs down. While many of us here in Cape Town worry about the ailing Rand, overseas film producers and agencies see the gap and the work is pouring into our beautiful and creative hub of a city.

As a creative and stylist, it has been a natural progression for me to enter into the industry this season, (let’s be honest it has sucked me in) and since I have, the work has been flowing. The great thing about the growing industry is that there are so many projects being shot here that there is room for many stylists to pick and choose who they work with and what they work on. Beware though, it is an industry, especially for commercials, that feeds on your adreniline with high pressure to meet deadlines and notorious long hours, though for many it is an opportunity to create and work with like-minded creatives on your own terms as an independent contractor. It is not for the faint hearted, but it is for the those who enjoy being part of a team working to produce and create something magical on camera whether it be a vignette from a product commercial or creating a character on a second season of a TV series.

Coming out alive of 2014….and into the light of 2015!

A few years ago I was at a friend’s house when one of her friend’s who had just recently turned 40 came over. We all sat together on her sunny deck in the back garden at the top of Kloof Street in Cape Town. At the time I was still in my early 30s. I asked her looking back what had been her best years? She replied, the sunlight glistening through her blonde locks, my best years were my hardest years. At the time, I remember thinking what a woman, how evolved of her. Surely most people would say their carefree 20s or that one year when everything went right, but no, she said it was her hardest. Although she wasn’t a close friend of mine, I knew her well enough to know that she had had some really tough years, tough battles.

When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

When you change the way you look at things, the things you look at change.

Looking back on 2014, it was the hardest year of my life. It was a cosmic battlefield with one blow or loss after another. There were many days when it was just one foot at a time, forget one day at time, but I pulled through. I made it to 2015 and I finally understand just what she meant by her hardest years being her best. Through the losses and the grief and the uncertainty and the constant challenges I transformed and went within because it was the only safe and sure place to go. Although, let’s be honest, I certainly don’t want to relive 2014, but am I grateful for it, absolutely!

2014 taught me to never have any expectations, because they will always let you down. It taught me that when there is nothing left and nowhere to turn, you must turn to your breath and be still. It taught me that everyone will have an opinion, but no one is right or wrong; the only one who knows what’s best for you is you because no one has lived in your shoes. And finally it taught me that with each new day, brings new opportunity or just different problems. Nothing stays the same and everything will pass.

What’s in store for all of you in 2015? Time will tell, just as it will heal. Whatever lies ahead in 2015, fear not, whether good or bad, in the end it’s all part of the journey to transform you into your true self.

Blessings for 2015!!!