The story of a spider and an egg. A happy ending or why not a hopeful start! Waking up from a night tussle to a bright day. Celebration of birth after a difficult and painful delivery. You start with determination. Sometimes your endurances sways, it hurts, you even hesitate about your intent. Then suddenly your arms grow wings and your heart swells; just because you have never stopped weaving.

An impression of a rebirth or a new beginning, a so-longed-for hope. A breaking out of a gloomy and felt-heavy waiting. Nature saying: “I can’t hold you anymore; crack out and burst, blow, rock!. A desire to shout out “hurray” from the top of your lungs with as much joy and delight, relieving a deep-hold breath, to be able cry out happiness. A birth cry, a sharp pain reflecting existence of life and good old relief at the end.

The hot pinks and yellows of the unquenchable fire within us breaks through earthy tones which have become a shell enveloping and putting us to sleep.
As long as we recall the fact the sun exists, hope never ends. The colors of hope and sun will always be there.

Seen almost in every culture; the old and faithful Sun. This time cuddles the life with all her healing arms; just like an octopus. Giving birth to a brand new day again and again. This time the Sun and the Eye incarns in Bauhaus style which can be shortly defined as coming together of the sleek, simple and yet bold colors and forms. All for the sustainability of kilim weaving with the warmest wools of Anatolia. Enjoy!