We buy what we cannot control, the rugs,
rhythm-makers, containing refrains of
the oldest story: a man takes a journey.
I have no stories inside me, he says,
so travels on, to rest beneath a carpet
of blue constellations, star patterns
at the edges of disordered border walls.
At the center, a meditative medallion
makes a moving immortal-flowered ground:
to live there is to give oneself over
to greenness, redness, occasional blues,
holding those spirits of woollen dyes
rising from the knots within to breathe
against the woven, multi-colored air.
—excerpt from Figures in the Carpets by David Schloss
Inspired by a photograph of the small and exquisite ruins of a saint’s tomb along the banks of the Nile in Egypt. And by The Girl Who Loved The Wind. And by Persian and Indian miniatures…
Now available as a giclée print, or stretched canvas, on Society6.