The Color’s silence whisper
The wool’s palpitation of blood
Through the knot’ vessels
And the finger’s sweet souls
Which are trampled…
This series was taken in Yazd, a city in center of Iran, in desert. Yazd is one of the old cities of Iran where is a source for Persian carpets. I was aiming to show the traditional life of the native people. I have used to carpet as a symbol of ancient and traditional life of Iranian. They don’t know if they should keep the carpet or let it go.