Khes c. mid 20th century

This textile, a Khes, was woven in Sindh, and it's all about rhythm and repetition. The way the patterns build up, it's like the maker found a groove and just kept going. Look at the surface. It's not smooth like a printed fabric, but you can see the texture of the weaving, the slight irregularities in the threads. That’s the physical act of making, the hands moving, adjusting, creating this intricate design. It feels deeply human to me. I keep coming back to the little squares, how they’re sometimes dark, sometimes light, creating this checkerboard effect. It’s simple but so effective. It reminds me of Agnes Martin, her grids and subtle variations, or maybe even some of the early minimalist textile artists. There’s this feeling of endlessness, like the pattern could just keep going forever. And in a way, it does, right? Art is always speaking to art, one maker answering another across time.