We Rise to Say...
The difference between a ceramic incense-stick holder and a tobey bag, between a handmade notebook and a fridge magnet, between a wire finger ring and duffel pouch, between a Dokra lamp and a Mizo reed mat, between a coir lampshade and a stuffed flamingo, although can be explained by use, quality and deft, is before all a matter of taste for objects made by the human hand.
Performing our passion, bead by bead, from thatch to stone, since 2010 the longing to cull and curate objects of use and beauty took us to dwellings across 9 Indian states; as we prevailed over our the impecunious, chagrin, terrible weather and listless hours into the night; we found little miracles made by humble women and men. And then, there are the ten thousand things we did and will keep doing to sell the memes we came across; swags, baubles, totems, works on paper, halters, shards and nuggets. We present you all we gathered and keep with us nothing more than the pleasure in doing so. As we fill in the shadows to make bread, we clean a bell, wrap it meticulously and send it across the plateau.
We have memes for everyone.
Meme is a word from biology. Memes are tunes, words, fabrications, gatherings, rituals and handicrafts. They are the focus of the way in which things are culled. They are not only proofs of sheer diligence, a meme is diligence itself. Like the way genes propagate by traveling between bodies, memes are generated to form through creative imagination. The geography of human imagination extends the globe. Each unit is measured as a meme.
The endless loop is a graphic replication of a 3000 year rock-bruising from Chagatoor in the Mahaboobnagar district of Telangana. This image, probably one of the earliest representations in south India about all life being connected. For over three millennia this very image transcended from being a rock-etching into becoming emblems on terracotta pottery, ivory seals of traders, insignia of little-known chiefdoms, filigree on cloth borders, carved motifs on temple stone-hinges and festoons on daubed village floors. A perfect example of how a meme travels through time.