In a fast-paced, ever-changing world, our collective traditions and stories are being lost to the sands of time and obfuscated by the mass of modernity. Where what was locally crafted, turns to common denominator mass production. When we find “Turkish pillows” being offered in the market that are only vaguely Turkish in motif, printed on cheap polyester, made nowhere near Turkey.
So often “our modern take on so and so a culture” quickly translates into a culture white-washed to suit western markets. After iterations of white-washing, further and further diluting the original, we are left with only a cloudy, brackish representation of what was. Where we know what to create, but not why we are creating it. Where we know what symbols to weave, but have forgotten the meaning behind them.
