Statement:

I wear carpets like clothes Carpets remain the role of my imagination Carpets remain the canvas of wheat fields And let the reed remain alive and a witness of the past history of our culture and tradition in every land and country, telling of femininity, masculinity and the smell of our memories of the four seasons in the past and our dreams in the future. Maybe if the language had expression, they would remain completely themselves, improvisation in design or improvisation in color would sing Perhaps the elimination of the third dimension in the design is a step in releasing the body of the carpet in repetition and repetition and even expression in the prison of the body. Maybe the composition and abstraction of cubism is the savior of the realistic look of a hunting ground or a leaf snake that has been imprisoned in the design cage for thousands of years, and the repetition of the square world of its carpet. I break the same plan the same color Maybe I will find all the colors of my memories in the darkness of the sunset or the light and the lost dawn