Sometimes I feel that the art of carpet weaving - the crafting of patterns, the ability to create universes, an inseparable part of the Azerbaijani people’s soul - lives within me and gives me the strength to weave tirelessly my own meadows from grass, moss, wood, leaves, and flowers. I, too, “weave” my living carpets.
Colors have the power to breathe life anew where everything seemed finished. By preserving plants in a solution, I give them time - months of silence. I carefully process the herbal mats and flower petals until they transform into something resembling ceramics, then bring them back to life by applying color. It’s like staying silent for a long time, only to speak finally with complete sincerity.
This artwork features milkweed flowers. Its milky sap is both poison and healing. Within this paradox, we find ourselves - our fear and our love, our inner duality.
Strength blooms in the soul when you fill it with light and color. Strength blooms when we trust nature and allow ourselves to be imperfect, yet alive and real.
With love and sincerity — for you, my new artwork: “Colors of My Soul.”
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