A silk twilly born of the painterly language of Marc Chagall — an artist for whom the feminine image was never a portrait but a state of being: flight, memory, light above the rooftops of his native shtetl. His heroines rarely stand on the ground — they float, they whirl in colourful vortices, they dissolve into dreams and folk tales where reality and poetry are indistinguishable.

It is precisely this fragile, weightless femininity that inspired the print of this twilly. 

The twilly is itself an object of transformation: a narrow ribbon of fabric becomes a headband, then an ornament for a handbag, then an accent at the wrist or the neck. Herein lies its dialogue with Chagall’s world, where objects and people have no fixed form and move freely within the composition.

To wear this twilly is to hold a small fragment of painted mythology, woven into silk.