My collections have always been an amalgamation of the inspirations I find in the world around me. Different forms of art translate and inspire other beautiful new works reinterpreted into a awe inspiring art, architecture and even poetry. Here's a poem that inspired this collections and vice a versa. Let's say that it all came together in a dream.
It started out small; a little venture from home. A small room was everything from design studio to the packaging unit. It was all so exciting, creating designs, having new customers.
I grew up in the beautiful and lush green state of Kerala where my cousins and I would often run around barefoot as we frolicked about in one of the many plantations that my parents owned. All the boys and girls would play together, all of us climbing trees, plucking fruits and throwing pellets. We would be dressed in pretty and comfortable clothing that would often get streaked in mud while we ran around playing hide and seek among the trees. I do remember how we would get yelled at for messing up our clothes, and we would all hang our heads together as my mother would lecture us about being good girls. But we would be at it again...
He would say "Every yard of cotton that you wear will mean some coppers going into the pockets of the poor. Coarse hand-spun signifies simplicity of life. Cotton has a soul about it."
