Tush kyiz (hanging) c. 1962

This Tush kyiz hanging was made anonymously, and look at that beautiful palette of reds, greens, blues, golds and blacks. I can just imagine its maker, carefully layering each stitch, building up these intricate patterns over time through trial, error, and intuition. Imagine the artist sitting, needle in hand, feeling the texture of the fabric. Were they thinking about ancient symbols, or just lost in the rhythm of the craft? The colored thread is quite thin. Look closely and you can see the precise intention of each individual gesture. Maybe the artist was inspired by a garden in bloom, or perhaps the patterns are metaphors for something deeper—stories of their life? These visual languages extend beyond one place or time. We’re all constantly borrowing and building on each other’s ideas. It's a reminder that creativity is not a solo act, but a collective conversation across generations. This piece allows for ambiguity and uncertainty and multiple interpretations, where fixed or definitive readings dissolve into the infinite possibilities of the imagination.