Carpets are our Soul – Turkmen Proverb

When I first started taking pictures of Persian carpets, I didn’t realize how great an undertaking this would be.  I didn’t realize that Persian carpets are not mere tapestries but they are poetry, folk tales and an art form passed down from generation to generation.  I started to do a little research and came across the inside flap of this book:  The Root of Wild Madder.  This short piece of text, which I have quoted verbatim, says it all.

The Root of Wild Madder: Chasing the History, Mystery, and Lore of the Persian Carpet by Brian Murphy

The Root of Wild Madder opens with an invitation that flows form the same ancient inspiration.  “A carpet is poetry itself,” an Iranian carpet merchant declares to Author Brian Murphy.  “you just have to learn to read them.” So begins a journey.  It follows Persian carpets from the remote villages of Afghanistan and Iran where they are woven – often by young girls – and on to the bazaars where they are traded, to the Sufis and mystic poets who find grace and magic in their timeless designs, and, finally and unexpectedly, to ta carpet showroom in New York.

Told in exquisite prose befitting one of the world’s loveliest art forms, The Root of Wild Madder eloquently chronicles ow carpets embody humanity’s endless striving for unattainable perfection.  Here are stories of the weavers and their dreams, the “mules” who move the carpets from place to place, the tradesmen who sell them in the bazaars and the refugee compelled to trade a carpet he believes contains the soul of his grandmother – because his family must eat.

The madder plant has fed the carpets red brilliance since the earliest weavings.  But the power of its palette, like the dyers’ traditions threatens to pass from memory.  It would be a profound loss.  It’s part of a world as rich as any sublime carpet:  steeped in spirituality, culture, allegory, and, above all, mystery.  Nearly all the carpet masterworks are anonymous art for the ages, and Murphy seeks out their glorious hidden narratives.  As he observes, “Every carpet carries it’s own distinctive voice.  Suddenly I wanted to hear them?

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