We celebrate weavers here. Of course we do.
But for all that, there is the space before the weave. The space where the threads rolls out of the cocoon. Well, figuratively speaking.
The weavers know this. They feel it.
For them, the weavers, it begins with the thread. With the yarn.
For it is here that their story begins.
Weavers have an intimate relationship with yarn.
They wrap it around their body sensuously.
They roll it with their fingers.
They examine it carefully.
Checking for breaks in this child of cotton. Or silk. The long thread that will eventually become fabric.
Watch master weaver Krishnamoorthy of Kanchipuram below and you’ll see what we mean.
Reeling thread is a careful unsparing process. Requiring patience and perfectionism.
Nowhere is this more important than with khadi thread.
The finest of them all.
We see colours. Reams of silk, or perhaps cotton.
The weaver sees a beginning.
In the green, he sees a peepul leaf.
In red, a parrot’s beak.
In purple, peacocks or hamsas.
In gold, the ashrafi coin butti.
How will they come together, he asks himself?
In his answer lies the saree.