Alchemy.
A blue born from air. To submerge the cloth and wait. To watch it emerge transformed from the vat: green turning to blue before your eyes.
A blue born from air. To submerge the cloth and wait. To watch it emerge transformed from the vat: green turning to blue before your eyes.
Patience.
The vat has its own rhythm. It cannot be rushed or forced. It is a dialogue with the invisible, a faith in the process.
The vat has its own rhythm. It cannot be rushed or forced. It is a dialogue with the invisible, a faith in the process.
Depth.
There is not one indigo. There are a hundred blues in a single vat. Layers of time and oxidation that hoard light.
There is not one indigo. There are a hundred blues in a single vat. Layers of time and oxidation that hoard light.
Connection.
It is the colour of memory and mystery. To dye with indigo is to make a pact with the ancestral, to honour a living tradition that dyes the present with eternity.
It is the colour of memory and mystery. To dye with indigo is to make a pact with the ancestral, to honour a living tradition that dyes the present with eternity.
