The Loom of Life
“We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.”
(Henry Ward Beecher – Liberal US Congregational minister, 1813-1887)
There is a Muslim Cimetery nearby the workshops which are manufactering some of our fabrics in Varanasi (Benaras), there the weavers take advantage of the open space in order to strech their “taana” (warp).
The master weaver carries out the process of warp making depending upon the requirement of the design and colour combination.
The threads are streched together in order to make a “taana” roll which will provide the loom frame of the weaver once this is achieved.
I had to be careful not to walk on the tombs around us in order to take my pictures and in a way I could feel that the loom of life never stops, the soul of the elder generations was not completely resting but guiding those men in their daily task, making sure that the transmission of traditions will be accomplished in the oldest living city in the world…
