Table of Contents Table of Contents
Previous Page  100-101 / 168 Next Page
Information
Show Menu
Previous Page 100-101 / 168 Next Page
Page Background

98

99

55

CHANDERMA BAGH

PUNJAB, CIRCA 1930

Handspun and handwoven

cotton, hand embroidered with

untwisted silk thread, natural

dyes

50.25 x 94.25 in (128 x 240 cm)

$ 4,550 - 6,065

Rs 3,00,000 - 4,00,000

The finely embroidered all-over

patterned

Chanderma Bagh

or

the ‘Moon Garden’ is a specialty

of West Punjab. White diamonds

are enclosed by a neatly

divided lattice arrangement.

The principles that go into the

aesthetics of a

bagh

are at work

here: the subtle manipulation of

light by the silk threads as well as

the variations in the direction of

the stitches. The white produces

a luminous glow in various

shades of grey, ivory and off-

white as the light plays upon it.

The stitches are placed diagonally

and vertically to produce a rich

textured effect. The result is

a cloth that transcends what

cotton or silk alone can do and

takes on a glossy and voluptuous

quality. The textile has a brilliant

effect, imitating the sheen of

the moon’s surface. Across this

expanse of white the embroiderer

has deliberately “scarred” the

surface with a black section. This

is a

nazar buti

, or an imperfection

that guards perfect happiness by

warding off the evil eye.

54

CHOPE SHAWL WITH

PEACOCK DESIGN

WEST PUNJAB (NOW

PAKISTAN), CIRCA 1930

Handspun and handwoven

cotton, hand embroidered with

twisted silk thread, natural dyes

70.75 x 118 in (180 x 300 cm)

$ 3,035 - 4,550

Rs 2,00,000 - 3,00,000

In many traditions, shawls play an

important role in a woman’s rites

of passage. The present lot is an

example of a bridal shawl made

by the maternal grandmother

for ceremonial use. The intricate

double-sided

architectonic

pattern is composed of motifs

of the temple and the peacock,

which has long been associated

with marital love, longing and

desire. It is the peacock which

calls out to the dark clouds

during the monsoons, imploring

them to descend to the earth

and fertilise it.

Sawan da Mahina

Mor Kare Shor we

Jiva ra mera aisa nache

Jese Nila mor wae

It is the season of rains and the peacock cries incessantly.

My heart dances like the blue peacock, longing for the beloved.