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Dwaraka- A treasure trove of Kalamkari work


Here's another store tour, albeit not in Whitefield. This unassuming place nestled in Indiranagar/Thippasandra area caters solely to Kalamkari art work. It is a not-for-profit initiative to encourage and promote artisans trained in this ancient artwork. They do have an online store, but it is not quite functional. I got my chance last month to visit the place in person and get a feel of the products.

As evident, it is a visual treat to see this art work on such a variety of products, namely, wall art panels, lamp shades,sarees and kurtis, jewellery boxes, cushion covers, coasters and key-chains. You can also get the wall panels customized to the size and painting of your choice.


Pretty lamp shades
Decorative mirrors
Photo-frames
Nope, these curtains are part of the decor and not for sale





Lovely colours























Being a not-for-profit organization, the prices are also economical. So, for art connoisseurs, it is a definite must-visit.

Like what you see?

You can visit the store at:


# 58/1-A, 4th Main Road, Hal 3rd Stage, Thippasandra, Bangalore, Karnataka 560075 ‎ Ph: 080 4153 2087

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