#bone inlay mirror

[vigilantedelmaule]

Transitional Powder Room Inspiration for a small transitional powder room remodel with a dark wood vanity, undermount sink, shaker cabinets, and quartzite countertops.

[xxdemonicheartxx]

Flight Rising flights but as art mediums:

There are some overlaps in mediums since dragons are so tight knit and far spread

Earth: tile work/mosaics, jewelry work, ceramics, stone sculpture, chalk, clay work, plaster, leather work, rain chains

Water: plaster work, woven tapestries, shell jewelry and chimes, pearl inlays, decorative sails and flags, basket weaving, sandstone carving, watercolors, mirrors and glass sculptures

Shadow: optical illusions, black and white photography, puzzle boxes, uranium glass work, maybe iron work, mycology arrangements, shadow boxes, gouache, anything that involves glowing in the dark

Light: stone carving and gold foiled painting, sometimes tapestry weaving to depict an image or scene, impressionism, oil paint, tempera, portraiture, clothing and attire, mirrors, pigment making

Plague: hyper realism, and taxidermy, ceramics, bone carvings, tattoos, ink block prints, collage art, murals, leather work, totems and large outdoor installations

Nature: floral arrangements, dye work, wood work, candle making, hot wax painting, landscaping, rain chains, wind chimes, tapestries, needle felting, carpentry, animal cosmetics (haircuts, animal safe dye, nail and claw painting, etc), apparel/clothing, pigment making

Ice: needle felting, wood carving, quilting, ice carving and sculpture, snow sculptures, knitting, the art of tea blends, dried plant arrangements, carpentry, fabric weaving, tapestries, crochet, wood burning, blanket weaving, candle making, dye work, wood turning

Fire: welding, decorative weapon smithing, glass blowing, wood burning, wrought iron, stained glass, latticed metal, terracotta, ceramics, obsidian and basalt carving, graphite, slate, charcoal

Wind: paper mache, ribbon mediums, basket weaving, sonorous sculptures, wind chimes, feathered attire, really tall and thin structures/sculptures, jade carving, blanket weaving

Arcane: resin, stained glass, welding, intricate silver work, collaborative neon work with shadow (they need that special eye for glow in the dark), crystal carving, zen gardens, bonsai art, screen printing, photography, illuminated manuscripts, clothing and apparel, gold foil work, abstract art

Lightning: bronze cast sculptures, sand sculptures (when lightning strikes the sand and turns it to stone) aluminum casts poured into ant colonies/hills, pop art, up-cycled art, photography, art that is still capable of being utilized and interacted with because people and dragons are part of the medium, assemblage art, banners and flags

[mordenheim]

Let me remind you

The throne room was empty in the ancient castle.  The tapestries were free of dust and grime, though the ravages of time have left them tattered and faded.  The grand carpet leading up to the throne itself was threadbare from centuries of booted feet striding up and down its length.

The throne where Lady Liantha was lounging was immaculate, however.  The pillows were perfect, preened and fluffed.  The dark wood of the throne was polished to a mirror sheen and the gold inlay sparkled in the flickering light of the braziers and candles.

She relaxed in her dress of crushed midnight blue velvet.  Her long, dark hair was teased up above her head and held in place with a diamond studded silver tiara.  She swirled a glass of deep red wine in her hand as the gently pointed tip of her ear twitched slightly.  She had an uninvited guest.

A simple gesture of her free hand and her minions sprang into action.  Zombies crawled their way from under stones in the floor as stone gargoyles clambered down from their perches up in the darkness.  She heard the scream and grinned.  

She closed the hand she had been gesturing with and pulled it in towards her body.  There was a struggle and a crash, but she could hear the intruder being slowly dragged down the hall towards the throne room.

The huge double doors were opened and the intruder deposited on the ancient carpet.  They then swung shut with a loud bang, locking from the outside.  The intruder pushed herself up off of the carpet with surprising ease and grace, impressing the vampire.

She was dressed in a long black coat the likes of which Liantha had not seen before.  She finished her wine and set the glass on the floor beside her throne before seeming to float to her feet.

Her voice seemed to come from every corner of the throne room at once as she spoke, “Why have you dared to invade my home?”

The red haired woman had dark glasses over her eyes, hiding much of her expression from view.  She bared her teeth in challenge as she snapped, “Your ghouls invaded my home first.  Where is my brother?”

She ran her tongue over her fangs, glancing down at her glass, stained a deep red.  “Oh, your brother, you say?”

Liantha grinned as she closed her eyes and inhaled.  She could almost taste the despair.

“Why?  Why did you do this?  We have left you alone for centuries, and you did the same for us!  I thought there was mutual respect?”

She laughed, a sharp, cutting bark as she glared at the woman before her.  “Respect?  I was forgotten!  When was the last time your village sent their required tribute to me?”

The intruder screwed up her face in confusion, “Village?  Tribute?  How many years has it been since you’ve been outside?”

“Apparently long enough for you all to forget your duty to me.  Let me remind you.”

She let out a snarl as she began to transform.  Vicious talons shredded their way through the tough leather of her high heels.  Fingers slowly stretched and lengthened, skin spreading between them as her arms stretched out as well, becoming massive bat-like wings.  Her ears swept sharply up by the sides of her head as her nose turned upwards, her face pushing out into a sharp-toothed maw.  Her beautiful dress was shredded to pieces as her size increased by leaps and bounds.

Shaking her head, the intruder pulled a small triggering mechanism from the sleeve.  A wire vanished up into the arm of her coat which she threw open wide.  She almost appeared bat-like as well for a moment, the coat flapping wide around her until she pressed the button.

The vampire let out a shriek of agony as the high intensity ultra-violet lights flickered to life, bathing the vampire in their glow.  The skin of her wings shriveled and shrank as smoke and flames erupted from her body.  Within seconds, she was a smoking pile of bones that continued to wither under the bright lights.

The intruder snarled as she kicked the pile of ashes, grinding them into the worn carpet before she shed her coat.  She confidently strode over to the throne.  Tossing the glass aside to shatter in the darkness, she sat down on the throne, feeling the power of the ancient castle offering itself to her.

[blackkatmagic]

hi kat! just wanna say i just binge read when the dead tree flowers & arcana, and thank you for introducing me to one granta omega!! i can't believe he's not more well known in sw fandom although his character is just so cool?? alao his background: a force blank person who's the son of qui gonn's former padawan?? like cmon people, the fic potential alone is massive. so once again thank you for writing about him 💕 looking forward to whatever plot he plans next!

I'm so glad you've been enjoying my new fixation lol. Granta is so much fun, and not as obscure as a lot of characters I latch onto, so it's surprising to me too that he's not used more in fandom, even as just an antagonist.

From something entirely different but still Granta-focused:

There's a wild thing bleeding out in the sands of Korriban, collapsed at the feet of the towering statue of a long-dead Sith Lord like some sort of offering.

Myles stops, even though he shouldn’t. Even though there's on a timetable and up against a deadline, and Jaster will definitely do something stupid if he’s left alone for more than thirty minutes. Something catches his eye, though, pulls his feet to a stop in the deep red sand, and he turns and looks despite all the stories, despite all the good sense he likes to think he has.

There's a wild thing bleeding out in the sand, and it takes Myles a long second of looking to be able to tell whether it’s man or beast.

It’s a man, probably. A man in dark leather and dark cloth and steel, the sand around him turned from scarlet to rust with how much blood he’s already lost, his dark hair like a tangled web of shadow spilling over his face and across the dune.

 “Myles?” Montross asks, impatient, but something keeps Myles from being able to pull his gaze away from the crumpled figure. Maybe it’s the boneless sprawl of his body, or maybe it’s the way one hand is stretched out, reaching for something Myles can't see. Maybe it’s the face Myles can half-see, fine-boned and handsome, with a scruff of stubble that tries for roguish and falls flat at absentminded.

Maybe it’s the fact that, even to Myles's stunted Force-sense, there's something overwhelmingly strange about the man, absent and shadowed and halfway to gone, even when Myles is looking right at him.

“Keep going,” he tells Montross, waving the squad on. “I’ll catch up.”

Montross doesn’t argue, just tips his head and keeps going, calling the warriors around him onward with a gesture. Myles watches them trudge up the next dune, then turns, picking his way through the deep sand as he approaches the base of the statue. It’s a grand one, even if it’s half-buried, the face cracked away into smooth and featureless stone. There are markings around the base, a wide swath of pedestal that’s deeply carved and inlaid with metal. Not gold or treasure hunters would have ripped it up long ago, Myles thinks critically, but enough to catch the sunlight and burn.

The dying man is sprawled across the inlays, one hand reaching towards the base of the statue, one hand pressed against a wound in his chest. There are scorch marks in his light armor, just a breastplate of interlocking scales, but—the fact that he’s even wearing it is interesting. Most people who aren’t Mandalorians don’t tend to bother.

“Still hanging on?” Myles asks, crouching down over him as blood smears across inlayed stone, though he can see the heartbeat flickering on his HUD. Living doesn’t always mean alive, where wounds like that are concerned.

Through a tangle of black hair, lashes flutter, rise. There's a rasping breath, and dark blue eyes fix on Myles with all the ferocity of a nexu caught in a hunter’s trap, brutal and vicious and terrified.

Man or beast, Myles thinks, amused despite himself. Maybe the line isn't quite as definitive as he’d thought.

“I guess you are,” he says, and pulls his helmet off. Korriban is ferociously hot with the sun up, and it feels like being trapped in a vast mirror that reflects the heat and light back on them, turning the desert into a land of mirages and tricks of the eye all around them. It bleeds a shine of red and gold into the air, something that flickers and burns. The man is cold to the touch when Myles reaches for him, though, skin clammy from blood loss, and he can't fight it when Myles rolls him over onto his back.

There's a lightsaber wound burned into his chest, right through his armor, and the metal is melted and warped and fused to his skin.

Myles cocks his head, some edge of awareness that a Jedi is probably nearby twisting itself through a much sharper sort of assessment. The lightsaber wound isn't bleeding; that’s from what looks like the shrapnel of an exploded blaster, buried in the man’s side where his jacket and breastplate didn’t provide quite as much protection as they should have. Survivable, Myles thinks, calculating times, the man’s size, how much blood he must have lost already. It’s the wound that’s killing him, not the lightsaber burn. Maybe exposure, too; his lips are dry and cracked, and with the heat what it is, he won't survive the trek back to civilization even if his wound miraculously patches itself up.

The Jedi that tried to kill him left him to die slowly. That’s a hell of an act of mercy from a righteous and compassionate monastic order.

A little amused, Myles drags his fingers through tangled hair, shoves it out of the man’s face, and jerks his hand up just before he gets bitten for his troubles. There's a full-body wrench, like the man is trying his level best to move, but he collapses again a moment later with a ragged, desperate sound, fingers scrabbling futilely at the sand.

“What are you, an animal?” Myles asks, raising a brow, and catches the man’s jaw, tipping his head. He’s breathing hard, exhausted and fading, fine spasms shaking him, and Myles cocks his head. “I can save you,” he says, and dark eyes flicker to him, narrow. “But I'm Mandalorian. Once I do, your life belongs to me. No matter what I want to do with it.”

There's a pause, so long that Myles almost thinks the man can't hear him—

A laugh, raspy, wild, that shakes through the man like a spasm. One blood-soaked hand rises, wavering, and Myles almost thinks it’s going to fall bonelessly to the sand again.

Instead, it lands on Myles's breastplate, a smear of crimson against the blue and gold of the metal. The man stares at him through his tangled hair, bloody teeth bared, eyes burning, and rasps out, “Please.”

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[asteroidtroglodyte]

[an excerpt from]

BlindSight

Imagine you are Siri Keeton:

You wake in an agony of resurrection, gasping after a record-shattering bout of sleep apnea spanning one hundred forty days. You can feel your blood, syrupy with dobutamine and leuenkephalin, forcing its way through arteries shriveled by months on standby. The body inflates in painful increments: blood vessels dilate; flesh peels apart from flesh; ribs crack in your ears with sudden unaccustomed flexion. Your joints have seized up through disuse. You're a stick-man, frozen in some perverse rigor vitae.

You'd scream if you had the breath.

Vampires did this all the time, you remember. It was normal for them, it was their own unique take on resource conservation. They could have taught your kind a few things about restraint, if that absurd aversion to right-angles hadn't done them in at the dawn of civilization. Maybe they still can. They're back now, after all— raised from the grave with the voodoo of paleogenetics, stitched together from junk genes and fossil marrow steeped in the blood of sociopaths and high-functioning autistics. One of them commands this very mission. A handful of his genes live on in your own body so it too can rise from the dead, here at the edge of interstellar space. Nobody gets past Jupiter without becoming part vampire.

The pain begins, just slightly, to recede. You fire up your inlays and access your own vitals: it'll be long minutes before your body responds fully to motor commands, hours before it stops hurting. The pain's an unavoidable side effect. That's just what happens when you splice vampire subroutines into Human code. You asked about painkillers once, but nerve blocks of any kind compromise metabolic reactivation. Suck it up, soldier.

You wonder if this was how it felt for Chelsea, before the end. But that evokes a whole other kind of pain, so you block it out and concentrate on the life pushing its way back into your extremities. Suffering in silence, you check the logs for fresh telemetry.

You think: That can't be right.

Because if it is, you're in the wrong part of the universe. You're not in the Kuiper Belt where you belong: you're high above the ecliptic and deep into the Oort, the realm of long-period comets that only grace the sun every million years or so. You've gone interstellar, which means (you bring up the system clock) you've been undead for eighteen hundred days.

You've overslept by almost five years.

The lid of your coffin slides away. Your own cadaverous body reflects from the mirrored bulkhead opposite, a desiccated lungfish waiting for the rains. Bladders of isotonic saline cling to its limbs like engorged antiparasites, like the opposite of leeches. You remember the needles going in just before you shut down, way back when your veins were more than dry twisted filaments of beef jerky.

Szpindel's reflection stares back from his own pod to your immediate right. His face is as bloodless and skeletal as yours. His wide sunken eyes jiggle in their sockets as he reacquires his own links, sensory interfaces so massive that your own off-the-shelf inlays amount to shadow-puppetry in comparison.

You hear coughing and the rustling of limbs just past line-of-sight, catch glimpses of reflected motion where the others stir at the edge of vision.

"Wha—" Your voice is barely more than a hoarse whisper. "…happ…?"

Szpindel works his jaw. Bone cracks audibly.

"…Sssuckered," he hisses.

You haven't even met the aliens yet, and already they're running rings around you.

[angel-0f-verdun]

07 Murderess

Previous Chapter

The wind chilled my bones as I followed Evy through the many vendor shops in this little town. The wet clothes on my body made everything that I was feeling worse at that moment. I felt naked without my hijab, I wore it because those who are native to Egypt always had a way of staring me down, I couldn't describe the feeling it gave me. Though I had experienced this one too many times when I was trying to find my brother. This is one of the reasons I preferred to travel at night, I didn't want to see the stares I knew were on my back like a target. Evy didn't seem to notice the stares I was receiving, just as I was debating stealing a hijab from the vendor we were passing Evy pulled us into a tent. The feeling immediately dissipated. She spoke to the ladies telling them what we needed and handed them the money before I could even have a second to think about it, I was surrounded by women.

They stripped my body of my wet clothes that were sticking to my skin and put me in a silky see-through dress with a halter neckline that crossed over itself in the front and clasped at the back of my neck. They placed an ornate black corset on me, which I wasn't expecting, the silver inlay was gorgeous. It was still a light and breezy outfit and the ladies made sure I could breathe in the corset. The final touch was a veil, the silver on mine shown in the sun catching the light beautifully. Although it was not my usual pick the mirror in front of me made me look like a dark entity. I was impressed with the stoic woman looking back at me in the mirror, she seemed powerful. For the first time, I smirked at myself in the mirror and she did the same. The moment passed quickly as Evy grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the shop, I barely had time to thank the ladies that gave us the clothes. I looked at Evy as she discretely asked me how she looked. They had clothed her with the same beautiful silk that I had on, however, her dress almost seemed goddess-like, unlike mine which matched the dark aura I felt around me constantly. The dress wrapped around her figure with a sash of coins that accentuated her body. She looked stunning, the veil they placed around her face was see-through and beaded with gold sparkles, it emphasized the makeup around her eyes.

"Prepare yourself for my brother's reaction," I mumbled into her ear. She giggled at that, and I smiled at her encouragingly. They really would make a cute couple. We walked toward the camel vendor where Jonathan was shouting at the man that he only wanted 5 camels. Rick yelled something at Jon as he grabbed the reins and started directing the camels toward us.

"You probably could have got them for free, all we had to do was give them your sister." He mumbled to Jon.

"Yes, awfully tempting wasn't it?" Jon chuckled back at him. Rick looked up seeing Evy and me for the first time.

"Awfully..." Rick breathed out, I rolled my eyes at the cheesy moment that they were sharing, going to the camel I had decided was mine and mounted up, pulling my body over the huge animal. I patted its neck while the others mounted their own camels. The morning sun was rising into the sky as we made our way out of the town. The warden had caught up to us, unfortunately, he survived the boat incident. I was less than satisfied with that, but he would be dead soon. I shook my head, how did I know that? It was like there was another voice in my head that said that.

"Never did like camels, filthy buggers, they smell, they bite, they spit" Jonathan complained, I sighed feeling the rays of the sun hit my body attempting to ignore him.

"I think they're adorable" Evy smiled leaning forwards to pet hers on the head. Just at that moment the man who was annoying me the most started singing a song. I tried not to let it bother me, feeling the heat that the black silk soaked up on my body, I was nice and warm. I held onto that feeling happily letting my mind drift back to a time when I was a teenager, before I knew it I was asleep in a dream.

Rick and I were teens, trying to make it on our own as we had been kicked out from the orphanage in Cairo after turning 16. I remember I was about 14 years old at the time and had no idea what was happening, Rick was 16 at the time and he was trying to show them that he was able and willing to take me on as his responsibility. This was far from the truth, but as he said, we must stay together. From there on out he was considered my guardian. The orphanage did not put up much of a fight as they were ready to be rid of us, we were quite the troublemakers inside. There was no telling what we would get up to outside these walls.

It wasn't long before we realized that the only way to live was to earn money. Or I should say steal money, it wasn't too hard once we met Izzy Buttons. Rick learned quickly the ways of a con artist. It wasn't hard considering Rick was growing into his looks. The women fawned over him and men wanted to be him. It wasn't until a bank job in Marrakesh that we had more than enough money to live in an apartment. Rick had become overly enthused with a girl he had met, I could never remember her name. But I wasn't even with him at the time, I was with Izzy, and we were flying in his airplane. The job itself was simple Rick would go in rob the bank and hopefully get out unscathed based on what he called "intelligence" although we all knew he was going to try to bribe them with his stupid eyes. I would never understand his obsession with himself. Izzy and I had been instructed to hide in the sun, when Rick gave the signal we would then fly in low for the pickup. When we did, there was trouble, a few of those who were securing the area had shot Izzy, and he tumbled out of the plane, which wasn't too terrible considering he had flown us in a bit too low for my liking. I managed to maneuver the plane out of sight and land not too far away. By the time I had walked myself back to Izzy with some medical supplies. Rick was waltzing up with some belly-dancer girl, money in hand. She probably thought she was going to get a cut of the money but there would be hell to pay if she thought that.

I awoke late in the night; my camel had moved its way toward Ricks and I knew this was my opportunity if I wanted to let him in on what was happening with me. I debated the idea in my head not sure if I really wanted to bother him with the silliness that I thought was actually happening. If it happened again, it would be something to mention. The camel that Rick was riding groaned next to me alerting me that it was time to announce that I was awake.

"How much further?" I whispered to my brother.

"Not too far," he said looking around the darkness around us. I knew better than to ask him what was wrong.

"Someone's following us," He said as he nodded his head towards the ridge. There were at least ten figures on horses just observing us as we traversed the desert.

"They seem peaceful, no need to start the theatrics just yet" I whispered back to him. Feeling around for my bag that Rick had gathered from our room before the ship went to hell. He had strapped it to the back of my camel, I assume while I was sleeping. I slowly rooted around in there, searching for one throwing knife. I found one and pulled it out hiding it within my sleeve.

"I agree, let them be" He nodded. I enjoyed the silence for a while before Jonathan whacked the warden with his crop for snoring too loudly near his ear. I released the veil from its hold near my ear and let it drop down. I took a deep breath taking in the crisp cool air. It was refreshing, like a cool drink on a summer day. All too quickly the night faded away and the orange of the sky replaced it. We started to come up near a dome-looking rock formation. I saw the Americans and Beni slowly walking up toward us as well.

"Good morning my friend" Beni shouted to us. A growl emanated deep within my throat. It was a sound I didn't even know I made until Rick looked at me with eyes of concern. The sheer amount of horses the group had was inconceivable.

"What the hell we doing??" Henderson asked Beni clearly not used to living in the moment, always looking for the next thing.

"Patience, my good barat'm, patience." Beni chiding him, I wanted to rip his head off.

"Remember our bet O'Connell, first one to the city, 500 cash bucks." I rolled my eyes, this man really had no manners, he was chewing on something too loudly and talking as if he had too much spit in his mouth.

"100 of them bucks is yours if you help us win that bet," one American I had played cards with said directing his attention to Beni. I remembered him briefly sitting across the table from me. He reminded me of a snail.

"Oh, my pleasure" Beni replied. Rick's camel let out a groan and Beni decided to capitalize on the opportunity.

"Hey O'Connell, nice camel" Rick smirked and patted its head. He didn't even grace Beni with a reply.

"Get ready for it." He muttered to us.

"For what?" Evy asked him looking from the direction we were about to travel in towards Rick.

"We're about to be shown the way." He explained to her. As we waited the sun rose quickly over the desert. It created a sort of mirage, showing the rocks that were hidden prior.

"Will you look at that?" Henderson breathed out.

"Can you believe it?" The American said.

"Hamunaptra" Burns smiled.

"Here we go again." Rick groaned. The sun glinted on what I assumed was a golden statue inside the city. The yelling started quickly after as we started to race towards the city on our camels and horses.

"Zig zig zig zig hut hut hut" I heard Evy uttering to her camel to get him to move fast. I started clucking hoping that it worked like a horse. I ended up near Beni and Rick. Beni was hitting his camel with his crop very hard, I could see why it didn't want to obey him. As soon as he started hitting my brother I knew my opportunity had come. I brought my camel closer to him, it felt as though a force overtook my body I brought the knife I had hidden in my sleeve early out into view. I slashed specifically at Beni's forearm creating a parallel cut that would stun him enough to stop whacking my brother. It wasn't just a scratch, it was a deep cut that I knew would hurt and need stitches for. Blood poured out from the wound I had caused. I smiled at him as his eyes met mine he gasped, almost as if he saw something else beneath my irises. He was trying to grab the scarf from around his neck to staunch the bleeding. Before he had the option, Rick pulled him from his camel and threw him to the ground. He ducked and covered as he hit the ground rolling away from us as his camel started to run away from him.

"Serves you right," Evy said to him as she watched what had happened. Rick caught up to me as I had flown past Beni's camel.

"What the hell was that??" He asked me.

"Punishment," I replied to him nonchalantly.

"We'll talk when we win this bet," Rick said sternly to me. As Evy caught up to us she kept chanting her little diddy to make her camel go faster. She and Rick shared a smile and the camel groaned loudly galloping towards the city of Hamunaptra.

"Wooo!!! Go Evy, Go!!" Jonathan happily cheered his sister on, and just like that we had won the bet leaving the American's in our dust. 

Next Chapter

[kumarprakash]

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Looking to add a touch of elegance and cultural flair to your home? Indian-style furniture offers a stunning blend of traditional artistry and modern functionality. With intricate carvings, rich colors, and timeless designs, these pieces can instantly transform any space into a vibrant and sophisticated setting. If you want to elevate your home’s aesthetic, Shop Indian Style Furniture in QLD to find unique and handcrafted pieces that reflect the beauty and heritage of Indian craftsmanship.

The Allure of Indian Furniture

Indian furniture is celebrated for its exquisite detailing and vibrant character. Each piece is a testament to skilled craftsmanship, using time-honored techniques passed down through generations. What makes Indian furniture truly special is its ability to blend intricate designs with sturdy construction, making it both a work of art and a functional piece for your home. Here’s what sets Indian-style furniture apart:

Rich Detailing and Hand-Carved Motifs: Many pieces feature intricate hand-carved designs inspired by nature, architecture, and historical art forms. From floral patterns to geometric shapes, the detailing adds depth and texture to the furniture.

Exotic Wood Choices: Indian furniture is often crafted from high-quality woods such as Sheesham, Mango, and Teak, known for their durability and rich natural grains.

Vibrant Color Palettes: Traditional Indian furniture incorporates vibrant hues, intricate inlays, and painted details, creating an eye-catching statement.

Versatility: Whether your style is bohemian, rustic, or contemporary, Indian-style furniture can seamlessly complement a variety of décor themes.

Popular Styles of Indian Furniture to Explore

When you Shop Indian Style Furniture in QLD, you’ll encounter a diverse range of styles, each offering its own unique charm. Here are some popular categories to consider:

1. Hand-Carved Wooden Furniture

Hand-carved pieces are a hallmark of Indian design. Skilled artisans use chisels and other tools to create intricate designs on items such as cabinets, tables, and headboards. Each piece is a labor of love, featuring unique patterns that tell a story of Indian heritage and artistry.

Ideal For: Adding a focal point in living rooms, bedrooms, or entryways.

Top Picks: Hand-carved console tables, intricate wooden cabinets, and decorative chests.

2. Jaipur-Inspired Furniture

Jaipur, known as the “Pink City” of India, is famous for its regal architecture and vibrant arts scene. Furniture inspired by this region often includes detailed metal inlays, bold colors, and ornate embellishments.

Ideal For: Creating a regal and opulent atmosphere in any room.

Top Picks: Jaipur-style dressers, ornate mirrors, and statement chairs.

3. Bone Inlay Furniture

Bone inlay furniture is a luxurious style that originated in Rajasthan. This painstakingly crafted furniture uses fragments of bone or mother-of-pearl to create intricate patterns on tabletops, drawers, and cabinets. Each piece is a unique masterpiece, adding a sophisticated touch to any space.

Ideal For: Accent pieces that bring glamour and elegance to your décor.

Top Picks: Bone inlay coffee tables, sideboards, and bedside tables.

4. Jali Work Furniture

Jali work refers to the intricate latticework often found in Indian architecture and furniture. This style incorporates delicate lattice patterns, often seen on screens, headboards, and cabinet doors, creating a sense of elegance and lightness.

Ideal For: Adding an airy, open feel to spaces without sacrificing style.

Top Picks: Jali screens, room dividers, and cabinet doors.

Where to Shop Indian Style Furniture in QLD

When it comes to finding authentic and high-quality Indian Style Furniture in QLD, it’s important to choose a retailer that specializes in unique, handcrafted pieces. Look for stores that source directly from artisans in India, ensuring each item is created using traditional methods and materials.

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Jaipur stirred by Raffles

IMC WEB DESK NEW DELHI: There are times when all you want is move away from the city bubble and find yourself immersed in splendor. Well for all those beings, Raffles Jaipur has opened its heritage doors wide open.

This goes above and beyond the top-notch!

An ode to Rajasthani craftmanship, Raffles Jaipur reveals herself slowly.

Conceived by Randolph Grey Design, Raffles Jaipur meets the landscape evolution as it reflects a shift to the wants of a modern-day traveler yet keeping its magnificent past intact.

Carved from pure white marble, the retreat has been handcrafted by skilled artisans, blending the age-old traditions and techniques of Mughal and Rajputana architecture.

50 guestrooms and suites are each unique in layout and décor, all with an expansive balcony complete with an outdoor soaking tub or plunge pool.

Design details within stay include painted corniced ceilings and golden murals, as well as furniture with camel bone inlay, locally-sourced artifacts and carpets woven in Jaipur.

Upon arrival, a Shikar tent alludes to royal Mughal expeditions, while hand-carved sandstone columns in the hotel’s courtyard, each inspired by different eras of Rajasthani architecture, allude to the region’s past.

Opulent Mughal furnishing and patterned marble floors adorn a spacious grand hall, from which a hidden mirrored door guides guests to a light-filled atrium, reminiscent of the design of women’s quarters in the Mughal court.

Inspired by the primarily plant-based culinary tradition of the Zenana, food at Arkaa, the hotel’s specialty restaurant, uses local ingredients sourced from nearby micro-farms.

And all these ingredients come together to create that Kashmiri gucchi pulao with crackling spinach raita and their own reinvented jaituni paneer. The haldi tawa macchi, with fresh turmeric and stone-ground spices infusing your perfectly cooked Indian Ocean catch will only leave you with the fondest memories.

Libations at Writers Bar feature freshly-ground spices and herbs sourced from the hotel’s garden, including the Jaipur Sling, a localised take on the famed Singapore Sling.

With views of the rolling Aravalli Hills, rooftop bar Sehara serves Mediterranean-inspired dishes with an emphasis on Italian specialties.

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Handmade Excellence: Exploring Pakistan’s Wooden Handicraft Artistry

Introduction

Pakistan’s rich cultural heritage is vividly reflected in its traditional arts and crafts, with wooden handicrafts standing out as a prime example of artisanal excellence. These handcrafted pieces not only showcase the intricate skills of local artisans but also offer a glimpse into the country’s vibrant traditions. In this article, we will delve into the world of Pakistani Wooden Handicrafts, exploring their history, craftsmanship, and the reasons behind their enduring appeal.

The Legacy of Wooden Handicrafts in Pakistan

Wooden handicrafts have been an integral part of Pakistan’s artisanal tradition for centuries. The craft has been passed down through generations, each era adding its unique touch to the art form. From intricate carvings to functional pieces, wooden handicrafts are a testament to the country’s rich cultural tapestry and artistic flair.

Historical Roots

The history of wooden handicrafts in Pakistan dates back to ancient times when wood was used not only for functional purposes but also for artistic expression. Historically, skilled craftsmen would create elaborate wooden furniture, decorative items, and religious artifacts, which were often adorned with intricate carvings and inlay work.

Mastery in Craftsmanship

One of the key factors that set Pakistani wooden handicrafts apart is the exceptional level of craftsmanship. Artisans employ a variety of techniques to create their masterpieces, each adding its own unique touch to the final product.

Intricate Carvings

Pakistani artisans are renowned for their skill in wood carving. Traditional designs often feature floral patterns, geometric shapes, and motifs inspired by nature. These carvings are meticulously crafted by hand, showcasing the artisan’s precision and attention to detail. The use of chisels and other hand tools allows artisans to achieve a level of intricacy that machine-made products often lack.

Inlay Work

Inlay work, which involves embedding pieces of materials such as ivory, bone, or metal into the wood, is another hallmark of Pakistani wooden handicrafts. This technique adds depth and complexity to the designs, making each piece a true work of art. The combination of different materials creates a striking contrast and enhances the overall aesthetic appeal.

Traditional Joinery

Traditional joinery techniques are also employed in creating wooden handicrafts. These methods, which involve interlocking wooden pieces without the use of nails or screws, ensure the durability and strength of the finished product. This approach not only contributes to the longevity of the item but also reflects the craftsmanship that has been refined over generations.

Types of Wooden Handicrafts

Pakistani wooden handicrafts encompass a wide range of products, each with its own unique charm and functionality. Here are some of the most popular types:

Wooden Furniture

Wooden furniture, including chairs, tables, and cabinets, is a significant part of Pakistan’s handicraft tradition. These pieces often feature intricate carvings and inlay work, adding a touch of elegance to any home. Traditional designs are complemented by modern touches, creating furniture that is both functional and aesthetically pleasing.

Decorative Items

From intricately carved frames and mirrors to ornamental boxes and trays, decorative wooden items are highly sought after. These pieces often serve as conversation starters and add a unique touch to home décor. The craftsmanship involved in creating these items ensures that each piece is a one-of-a-kind work of art.

Kitchenware

Wooden kitchenware, such as spice boxes, cutting boards, and spoon stands, combines functionality with artistic flair. These items are often handcrafted with intricate designs and are made to last, making them both practical and beautiful additions to any kitchen.

The Appeal of Wooden Handicrafts

The enduring appeal of Pakistani wooden handicrafts lies in their unique combination of artistry, functionality, and cultural significance.

Artistic Expression

Each wooden handicraft piece is a canvas for artistic expression. The skill and creativity of the artisans are evident in every detail, from the choice of wood to the final carving. The result is a product that is not only functional but also a beautiful work of art.

Cultural Significance

Wooden handicrafts often carry cultural and historical significance. Traditional designs and motifs reflect the rich heritage of Pakistan, and owning a piece of these crafts allows individuals to connect with and appreciate the country’s artistic legacy.

Sustainability

Handmade wooden products are often crafted from locally sourced, sustainable materials. This focus on sustainability ensures that the environmental impact of production is minimized and supports local economies.

Buying Pakistani Wooden Handicrafts

When purchasing Pakistani wooden handicrafts, it’s important to choose reputable sources to ensure the authenticity and quality of the products. Crafts Emporium, for example, offers a wide range of authentic Wooden Handicrafts In Pakistan, each piece meticulously crafted by skilled artisans.

Tips for Buyers

Research the Craftsmanship: Understand the techniques and styles used in creating the handicrafts to appreciate the artistry involved.

Check for Authenticity: Ensure that the product is genuinely handmade and not mass-produced.

Consider the Material: Different types of wood and finishes can affect the quality and durability of the product.

The Future of Wooden Handicrafts

As global interest in artisanal and handmade products continues to grow, Pakistani wooden handicrafts are gaining recognition on the international stage. The blend of traditional techniques with contemporary designs is paving the way for new opportunities in both local and global markets.

Innovation and Tradition

Artisans are increasingly incorporating modern designs and techniques while preserving traditional methods. This fusion of old and new ensures that wooden handicrafts remain relevant and appealing to contemporary audiences.

Supporting Local Artisans

Supporting local artisans not only helps preserve traditional crafts but also promotes sustainable practices and strengthens local economies. By purchasing handmade wooden items, you contribute to the continuation of this rich artistic heritage.

Conclusion

The artistry and craftsmanship behind Pakistani wooden handicrafts are truly remarkable. From intricate carvings to traditional joinery, each piece reflects the skill and creativity of its maker. By understanding the factors that contribute to the value of these crafts, you can make informed choices and appreciate the unique beauty of Pakistani wooden handicrafts.

For those looking to explore a wide range of high-quality Pakistani Handicrafts, Crafts Emporium offers an excellent selection. Whether you’re looking for a statement piece of furniture or a decorative item, their collection showcases the finest in traditional and contemporary wooden craftsmanship. Embrace the beauty of handmade excellence and bring a piece of Pakistan’s rich heritage into your home.

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