Iran Rug Co. Weaving in Nain
Loosing her husband 23 years ago, Alieh raised her 5 children just on weaving. She had rented the design plate from a neighbor.
“I’ll never copy a design, the owner has rights.” .
“I talk and cry to my rug when I have problems; then the flowers smile at me. That’s because they are pure and saint.”
The old bazaar of Nain, lit by small holes in the ceiling. For hundreds of years, many generations have passed this narrow passage, and have found everything they had needed. It resembles the serenity of desert along with the hard will of humans who made it.
Expert hands of ‘Susan’ making knots. Can you notice the knife in her hands? The knife is sharp and is used to cut the strings. Her husband had a truck and they had a good life.
“I love to weave, my rugs are my children. I make them look like brides.” She said. “I make a wish with each knot. My rugs are my hopes. I go mad when I finish one. I can’t live without a rug on my loom. Nobody is able to live without hope.”
Brilliant artwork of hundreds of years ago. Not even one of the pieces has dropped since 400 years ago.
All the lines unite at a point in center in most of Persian artworks. Persians believed the sun to be the center of the universe far ahead of other nations. The Medallion in center of many rugs also resembles the sun.
Boiled in a mixture of water and dying elements, the wool absorbs color. The better dying, the more permanent becomes the color.
Lying in central Kavir for 3000 years, Nain city is now producing one of the most favored styles of the world. Nain people are known for their honesty and generosity.