Perhaps, the red in our carpets and our rugs mean more than just the attractive vibrant colour.
Perhaps, the red signifies battle wounds,
decades of struggle and hardship,
Perhaps, it sets to remind us of where we came from,
All the patterns and shapes, each telling a different narrative.
Perhaps it’s to show the hands of the tireless artist that weaved each section,
Perhaps, the red signifies love.
Solidarity with our people.
Perhaps, the red is just red.
Like blue and green.
Perhaps, it’s everything and nothing.
Perhaps, the red is apart of a bigger artistic story,
one that we cannot understand yet.