We are proud members of the Artisan Alliance and our membership has been renewed for 2019. New challenges ahead and doors waiting to open, our artisans are working hard from their homelands, in 2019 Finatur Design will come out with the best handicrafts and innovations designed creatively and assembly by Magno Caterino Mahecha and teamwork elaborated by the hand of our master artisans and their families.

The Artisan Alliance, an initiative of the Aspen Global Innovators Group at the Aspen Institute, works to unlock economic value in the artisan sector. The Alliance collaborates with key partners, including Kiva and the U.S. Department of State's Office of Global Women's Issues, to develop resources that support the sustainable growth of artisan businesses.



The Sixties” was designed by Sandra Henao, to Finatur design. In collaboration with a member of the Divino Niño, a Colombian artists Collective. Its brightly colored and ornately detailed, on its designs are applied indigenous Zenu techniques, working out with caña Flecha well-embroidered while introducing wholly original, timelessly beautiful creative elements of the artist’s own design. It was chosen to be the front cover of an advertisement campaign made for a one of its kind jackets auction organized by world artisans. It is one of its kind to be worn stylishly


Take a look at this article from U.S World Report in The United States of America, where our CEO Magno Caterino has been highlighted among many artisans around the world by his contributions and attendance during 6 consecutive years to IFAA Market hold in Dallas Forth Worth year around.

Colombian artist Magno Mahecha is marking his sixth consecutive year, bringing to market wares from an artisans collective based in an ethnic Zenu community on the Caribbean coast.

He said the experience has helped the Divino Nino collective branch out from traditional woven "Vueltiao" hats into high-fashion accessories and large, one-of-a-kind pieces — including a living-room ottoman. Sales in Santa Fe also translate into sustained work for skilled artisans who otherwise resort to selling coffee on the streets of Cartagena.  Read the complete article at


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Our numbers 2018

We are proud to show up this year`s collection with 9.690 unique art handmade pieces, designed exclusively. They were made from August 2017 to May 2018.

Finatur Design made a donation of 331 cuffs, value
USD 642 to sponsor a Volunteer Recognition Gift at IFAM. (International Folk Art Market)

Near 2.000 of our pieces were chosen among worldwide artisans, to sponsor a Volunteer Recognition Gift, They were bought by IFAM organization 2018,

5.000 pieces will go exclusively to Arlington, Dallas and
Washingtong markets. Along with 2.359 pieces that will go to Santa Fé Market.

Our communities have shown their improvement especially the Zenu. They are open to face new challenges and their adaptability to the market is reflected making them responsible for 66% of the total
Our Wounaan community is responsible for 33% of our production. They have been trying their best in this first stage, as long as they were focused basket ́s weavers and nowadays they are entering the accessories market with Finatur Design guidelines.

International Folk Art Market 2018 has invited our Ceo Magno Caterino Mahecha to act as an "expert" advisor.
This year we have made it again and for the second time, we will be attending Smithsonian Folklife Festival Marketplace at Smithsonian Museum in Washington DC. This great event will take place on the 4th July 2018 the along National Mall.

Throw it away from home


I was able to visit Wounaan community in their own territory. My approach to "The Water people"; as they are better known, was not an easy task. After many hours on a bus through a never-ending road that started its construction fifteen years ago, likewise, a wild colorful jungle was spreading whimsical against all tries to sowing it under the grey asphalt. I arrived at a fluvial port crowded with spying eyes that were watching me as if I were a weird human being, then we were tightened into a boat under a damp and drooling sun, I was ascending the majestic rivers and the jungle full of wonders and riches that just a few years ago seemed so endless.

I was told by my friend and guide Plinio: "Do not speak out, do not ask and specially do not take pictures". Suddenly after a curve there was a poster hanging from one tree to other, it was exalting a guerrilla`s commandant’s life. This is a reminder so you can notice you have enter into a dispute territory between illegal armed forces.

This is a small community, just a few lines of wooden houses that follow along with the river`s current, there are not more than two hundred people half-naked. I was invited to rice and turtle cooked on its own carapace for lunch meanwhile the day was laying on the river`s flow. We were sharing together about a week, visiting some places, such as their latest shelter nowadays abandoned.

Six months later when I went to visit them back I had to go to a coliseum which was taken by all the community members forced to displacement, they were at a place crowded living under bad health and sanitarian conditions, unfairly after being thrown away from their home intimidated by armed actors on this zone of influence and disputes.

One day during a soccer game a group of men arrived and they took a man “you can pick him up later…to be buried" they said. Many others were intercepted in the rivers and their belongings and supplies were stolen, the Army threw bombs and a girl was killed, the Drug gangs fight with the guerrillas, disputing routes for coca laboratories and exits to the Pacific Ocean ... the Wounaans are being killed!

They have lived crowded in this coliseum for a couple of months, forced to dress up as mestizos, and mocked by society. Waiting for help promised by an indifferent government but nothing ever happens, despite the fact they only have an infinite patience as their only weapon in response.

At the end and following their steps a couple of months later I have witness how they had dispersed without hope, some of them arrived in Bogota and they are crowded in cold bedrooms located in the suburbs, some Wounaan women do not speak Spanish, children suffer harassment and bullying at schools, men get a low-income jobs, as a result the community dissolves and loses all its identity.

Thanks to my Wounaan friend Plinio who has been a key piece, I have had access to those women weavers who are actually living in the city and I have encouraged them to work on my new Werregue Summer Collection 2018 and 2019 making accessories.

They used to weave fine baskets that took months of hard work and my challenge was to involve them in jewelry making, at the beginning it sounded it as a crazy idea and it generated opposition, I thought it was not going to happen, but astonished, I have seen positive results that overpass my expectations.

Just a few months after our meeting a group of women weavers are producing beautiful and intricate designs with lots of details that require specific handiness, now we have accurate pieces of jewelry with artistic quality (bracelets, bangles, earrings sets, necklaces charms).

We have done it, a bunch of families and their women can be sustainable and productive again and make enough incomes to make their living. I just want to add that if we obtain adequate support from international markets and a positive response to our products, more and more families will enjoy the benefits of being the main actor on preserving traditions through the crafts making.

Magno Caterino Maecha Lopez
Bogotá, febrero 24 /2018

*Translated by Miller Sthewar

Desplazamiento Forzado

Solo una vez me fue posible visitar la comunidad Wounaan en su propio territorio, acceder al resguardo de “la gente del agua” no es una tarea fácil, muchas horas en autobús por una carretera que se inició hace 15 años y que nunca se termina, como si la selva se extendiera caprichosa bajo los intentos de sembrarla de asfalto, llegar a un puerto fluvial abarrotado de ojos espías que te observan, apretarse en una lancha bajo un sol húmedo y baboso, ascender los ríos majestuosos y la selva llena de maravillas y riquezas que hasta unos pocos años parecían sin fin.
No hable con nadie, no pregunte y no tome fotografías me dice mi guía y amigo Plinio, de pronto en un giro del rio una valla extendida de árbol a árbol que promociona y exalta la vida de un comandante guerrillero, un recordatorio que anuncia la entrada en territorios disputados con otras bandas armadas.

La comunidad es pequeña, solo una fila de casas madera que siguen la dirección del rio y no más de 200 personas semidesnudas. Me invitan a almorzar arroz y un poco de tortuga de tierra cocida en su propio caparazón y el día se acuesta sobre el cauce del rio. Una semana compartimos y recorrimos algunos lugares, como el antiguo asentamiento de su pueblo hoy en día abandonado.

Seis meses después tengo que visitar a la misma comunidad en un coliseo de deportes que se han tomado masivamente por que fueron obligados a abandonar sus tierras.
Un día llegaron unos hombres durante un partido de futbol y se llevaron un hombre diciendo que más tarde podrían recoger su cadáver para sepultarlo, muchos otros interceptados en los ríos y sus pertenencias y abastos robados, el ejército lanzo unas bombas y mato una muchacha, las bandas de narcotraficantes combaten con las guerrillas disputando rutas para laboratorios de coca y salidas al océano pacifico……los indígenas están siendo asesinados!

Un par de meses han vivido hacinados en el coliseo, obligados a vestirse como mestizos, soportando las burlas, recibiendo promesas de las autoridades y nada, solo tienen la infinita paciencia de los indios, su única arma y respuesta. Al final se han dispersado sin esperanza, algunos han llegado a Bogotá y se amontonan en cuartos fríos en los barrios más pobres de la ciudad, algunas señoras indias no hablan español, los niños sufren acoso en las escuelas, los hombres tienen que alquilarse por días como obreros de construcción, la comunidad se disuelve y pierde toda su identidad.

Por intermedio de mi amigo indígena tengo acceso a las señoras indias que viven en mi ciudad y que saben tejer; les propongo fabricar accesorios en Werregue para mi nueva colección de verano. Acostumbradas a producir solo cestería fina que toma meses de trabajo para una pieza, la idea parece absurda y recibe tanta resistencia que pienso que no se lograra ninguna pieza nueva pero vaya sorpresa, los resultados exceden mis expectativas y en pocos meses tengo organizado un grupo que produce hermosos e intrincados brazaletes, dijes para collar, pulseras y aretes.

Lo hemos logrado, al menos en un puñado de familias las mujeres pueden ser productivas de nuevo y recibir ingresos de forma regular. Solo me resta ahora que la respuesta del público norteamericano sea positiva y obtenga algunos pedidos para continuar ofreciendo esta oportunidad a los hermanos Wounaan.

Magno caterino
Bogotá, febrero 24 /2018