2024
Varso's Stained Glass
The pulse of Surat, with Rander in its heart - local light to be designed for a gourmet space - Our Surat, living in stained glass.
2025
Varso's Stained Glass
Varso's Stained Glass
The pulse of Surat, with Rander in its heart - local light to be designed for a gourmet space - Our Surat, living in stained glass.
The pulse of Surat, with Rander in its heart - local light to be designed for a gourmet space - Our Surat, living in stained glass.
2024
Varso's Stained Glass
The pulse of Surat, with Rander in its heart - local light to be designed for a gourmet space - Our Surat, living in stained glass.
2025
Varso's Stained Glass
The pulse of Surat, with Rander in its heart - local light to be designed for a gourmet space - Our Surat, living in stained glass.
An ode to Surat
The real, lived-in one
Drawn from Rander’s slow corners
& heat of the old station.
I was once a brick -
Not clear nor fragile,
Rather thick & coloured.
I am tale of local light
Found, learned and brought home.
An ode to Surat
The real, lived-in one
Drawn from Rander’s slow corners
& heat of the old station.
I was once a brick -
Not clear nor fragile,
Rather thick & coloured.
I am tale of local light
Found, learned and brought home.
An ode to Surat
The real, lived-in one
Drawn from Rander’s slow corners
& heat of the old station.
I was once a brick -
Not clear nor fragile,
Rather thick & coloured.
I am tale of local light
Found, learned and brought home.
Glass was a new chapter in the story, one that was quite unknown - but with love, intention and persistence - the new seeds were sown.
We listened, learned and lived its journey - its moods and its pains. Once sliced it lost its shine and we patiently brought it back again.
We listened, learned and lived its journey - its moods and its pains. Once sliced it lost its shine and we patiently brought it back again.
The story of setting up glass-working in-house is a feat of improvisation, instincts and a classic Indian approach to problem-solving called ‘Jugaad’. No machine was ready for this scale - too small for factories, too thick for studios.
So we borrowed tools from other industries, revisited known techniques and built a setup of glass-working at our studio, ourselves. The journey was a very long one, but we loved every bit of it - and I like to believe we have only explored the tip of the iceberg yet - there is an ocean of learning to be done, waiting for us to dive in.
- Imran
The story of setting up glass-working in-house is a feat of improvisation, instincts and a classic Indian approach to problem-solving called ‘Jugaad’. No machine was ready for this scale - too small for factories, too thick for studios.
So we borrowed tools from other industries, revisited known techniques and built a setup of glass-working at our studio, ourselves. The journey was a very long one, but we loved every bit of it - and I like to believe we have only explored the tip of the iceberg yet - there is an ocean of learning to be done, waiting for us to dive in.
- Imran
I sit in silence amidst the mundane
And catches your eye when the light shifts —
A green that wasn’t there a second ago,
A yellow that holds yesterday’s sun.
Glowing in a vibrant cityscape
Made for a room full of conversation
Made in, by and for - a room full of Surat.
By hand, by wheel, by instinct
Mosaics built - not fast, but with feelings
A piece that holds light in images
A glow composed in tiny pieces.
By hand, by wheel, by instinct
Mosaics built - not fast, but with feelings
A piece that holds light in images
A glow composed in tiny pieces.
By hand, by wheel, by instinct
Mosaics built - not fast, but with feelings
A piece that holds light in images
A glow composed in tiny pieces.
I sit in silence amidst the mundane
And catches your eye when the light shifts —
A green that wasn’t there a second ago,
A yellow that holds yesterday’s sun.
Glowing in a vibrant cityscape
Made for a room full of conversation
Made in, by and for - a room full of Surat.
I sit in silence amidst the mundane
And catches your eye when the light shifts —
A green that wasn’t there a second ago,
A yellow that holds yesterday’s sun.
Glowing in a vibrant cityscape
Made for a room full of conversation
Made in, by and for - a room full of Surat.
