Untitled 15 (Unveiled Tapestry)

Draped in a deliberate cascade, the richly patterned carpet becomes a kind of portable cosmos—its floral medallions and arabesque vines orbiting across fields of saffron, emerald, and ember as if memory itself were woven into ornament. The low, raking light turns the textile into sculpture, emphasizing the soft ridge of folds and the quiet gravity of fringe, so that domestic materiality is elevated into ceremony. Against the cool, spare floor, this opulence reads not as excess but as a tender assertion of cultural continuity—beauty held, folded, and carried through time.