Spending two nights at a friend’s cottage brought back fond childhood memories of playing on our persian rugs when I was a kid. Being the only boy - with three older sisters - I used to spent a lot of time by myself playing with my toy cars and action figures. The persian rug was the perfect companion…. it generously offered warmth, coziness and a city plan complete with roads and sidewalks for my mini jaguars and jeeps. There’s an intimate connection there which I hadn’t felt for a long time…until last night when we were sitting in front of the fireplace on my friend’s beautiful rug.
Certain cultural objects not only carry personal histories and stories but also ancestral knowledge and incomprehensible feelings which are difficult to explain with words.
all I can say is thank you -