Our motifs celebrate a deep and abiding love for nature, and draw from rich cultural and design legacies across India and Asia.
We paid tribute to our favourite motifs with #GoodEarthFables, celebrating our most cherished motifs with imagined fables each day. Here’s three of our best, that find themselves captured
in our designs.
There was a time when the skies had no stars, planets or clouds, only the Moon, a vision of white light. There were no days, only misty evenings and endless hours of dusk. Dissatisfied with her empty existence, the Moon journeyed away from the Earth to the realm of the Gods, and asked for company – something, anything, that would light up her humdrum orbit.
We can offer you the stars, they said.
A barter for your lustrous shine.
In a Himalayan jungle, a stately tiger wanders through the foliage amidst a terrible rainstorm. He ascends a winding tree, and perches on the edge of a branch, peering down at a village. A girl of twelve is climbing over the village wall. ⠀
“Where are you going in this rain?” he asks.
“A talking tiger?” She jumps over, and gestures to him. “Would you mind giving me a ride?”
"Far away," she says. "Only until dinner."
The two wander through a stormy landscape of dark woods and rocky cliffs, turbulent waterfalls and rivers. They see animals of all shapes and sizes, and swim through a freshwater lake. They discover a meditating sadhu in a cave, and waltz through a garden of glowworms.
“You weren’t afraid,”
he says, as he drops her back at the village.
“The greatest demons,” she says,
as she pats him goodbye,
“Lie within us.”
A weaver in the Kingdom of the Skies, she lived in a quiet tower beyond the mountains, where the Earth ended. Her room was filled with yards of cotton, which she spun into soft clouds of all sizes.
From woolly tufts and stormy knots to featherweight mist and flossy vapour, she worked the loom endlessly so clouds could float in the eternal skies.
After eons, she grew tired of this infinite loop. One day, she spun a cloud burly and secure, and rode it out of the tower at dawn.
She didn’t know where she was going, but
travelled anyway, in pursuit of the sunlight
in the horizon.
The Butterflies & Flowers
No longer afraid of the magician, the King invaded his fortress, overthrew him and used his magnificent robe as a shamiana in the town square.