The Fair

Visiting the fair is like walking into a bizarre dream.

Rich fabrics surround you, mottled with kaleidoscopic, intricate patterns of gold and silver.

Sunlight streams through these wearable works of art, producing streams of coloured light; the place shining in a lambent glow.

Flowing cloth of cerulean blue mimic the summer sky, while the deep greens and blues of a nearby tapestry seem to sway in the wind, causing ocean-like waves of fabric to engulf your vision.

The jewel eyes of an embroidered tiger surrounded by fiery oranges and reds seem to follow you, as you make your way through the exhibition, disoriented by a dizzying chromatic sway—colour and light effectively overtaking your vision and your imagination as you dance with the dancers painted on cloth, and twirl with the delicate leaves sewn onto sarees.

As you succumb to the whirl of colour and patterns surrounding you on all sides, you realise that these pieces of fabric, these woven artifacts, are pieces of a community’s soul.
They are timelines, narrating the story of a culture.