If there’s no joy, there’s no light. Only darkness remains in our heart. But beauty can light up mankind.
The art of rug making has existed in our family since the 1900’s.
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My father and grandfather were carpet dealers. I never thought, I’d have to do anything with rugs. I considered studying Chemistry or Art. It was only when I met my husband, a famous carpet collector, that my journey took a shift.
We became adventurers. We began hunting for beauty, travelling thousands of kilometres through the mountains of the Persian southern land in search of the most unique rugs. Beauty was everywhere; in the people, in the landscape, and in the art.
Nomads of the old Persia were involved more in the rug artistry for their personal needs- a romantic gesture made from a wife to her husband, a wedding gift or a rug made for a new-born child. Most themes rooted from pre-Islamic times, but they seemed to have similarities to the work of the impressionistic art from Europe.
For 30 years I have captured this beauty and today I am trying to express the remains in my subconscious mind. With my work, I am trying to merge worlds. Expressing who I am, where I am coming from. I am not trying to make something fashionable. I am trying to create authentic rugs that appeal to someone personally, not to a mass of people.
“So, I am aiming to create a moment of true happiness.”
When two beloved ones, apparently two, but one in soul, find their moment of relation and feel at home.