How Blue Was My River.
Metaphors of Earth emerges from the riverine textile memory of undivided Bengal. Along the banks of the Ganges and its shifting delta, muslin once reached counts so fine that it seemed that they are woven with air, 'Baft Hawa'. Silk moved through humid mornings where hand-spun threads held the atmosphere itself. These rivers did not merely surround craft — they enabled it. Their mineral content, seasonal flooding, and air density shaped spinning, dyeing, and weaving traditions that endured for centuries. Our textiles continue within this ecological lineage. Wild silk gathered from forest margins. Hand-spun ghicha. Botanical impressions placed in dialogue with cloth. Each work acknowledges the river not as symbol, but as origin.