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  • One of the most fascinating things I find here in Pakistan, are artisans. Tailors, embroidery workers, carpenters, etc. Recently I had called across some carpenters to spruce up my furniture. Chips in the wood, painting, polishing, and generally fixer-upping.

    Their work just blew my mind. Watching them working with their tools, painting with such care and time, that I could see the art in their work. At times I wanted them to hurry along, but then I'd see the painstaking measurements they would use, the slow and steady stroke of the brush for an antique finish, and I'd stop to get fascinated again.

    Chatting with one of these masters, I found out that some of this art is being lost. He told me that 'Now you can't find a carpenter to make a chair, they don't know how.' With so much pre-fab, the ease of which is easily recognisable for our hurried life, it's not a surprise.

    Still, the joy of seeing artisans at work, is incomparable. It encompasses balance of materials, line and form, practicality and art.

    I give a small note of thanks to these gentlemen and a prayer that these arts may continue. Their value goes beyond the mere furniture they, so humbly, make.
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