Indigo is where I started on my textile journey. After a turn for the worst in my career a couple of years ago, I did what many looking for work do: research a strange new eating and exercise regime; start a blog; and desperately search for new hobbies. Amongst a myriad of activities I undertook in a hope to gloss over a bleak period of unemployment, I attended a weekend workshop on Shibori. It was a hoot! Less than a year later I was studying textile design and have recently returned from a trip to textile mecca, aka India. Like everything else in India, the indigo dying is absolutely next level.
The traditional Indigo dying and other varieties of textile magic I witnessed (and sometimes participated in) catapulted my psyche into a whole new world of possibilities for textile design and creation. The pictures below show a small town in Rajasthan called Bagru. They are renown for their mud resist and woodblock printing. The town is full of dyers, woodblock carvers, screen printers, blue hands and beautiful children being roughly affectionate with the local baby goats.
In that first workshop experience of Indigo dying, something triggered inside me - a tiny lightbulb that got me thinking about taking a dramatically new path. That was enough to encourage me to apply to study textile design - something VERY unlike my previous work. It's been a whirlwind rollercoaster ride into a new world, but one I am grateful to myself for taking on.