Furled, it is a length of bamboo; unfurled, a canopy of sky.
In the opening and closing of the oil-paper umbrella flow the everlasting mists and drizzles of Jiangnan, embracing the warm resilience and timeless grace of the Eastern spirit.
"Wordless, alone I mount the western tower.
The moon like a hook,
Desolate parasol-tree in the deep courtyard lock clear autumn in."
The oil-paper umbrella is a floating retreat, a wayfarer’s lodge.
With bamboo as its ribs, paper as its skin, and tung oil as its glaze, it unfurls to reveal a world of one’s own.
Every umbrella is handmade
generally speaking, oiled paper umbrella is a handmade work of art that condenses the wisdom and aesthetics of thousands of years. Every umbrella carries the temperature of time and the painstaking efforts of craftsmen. It has already surpassed the practical function and become our touch history
