I visited the old streets of Ankara, Turkey, several times in the 1970s, and Turkish rugs and copper, and two samovars followed us from one home to the next. As the title suggest, the colors and fabrics of this large piece remind me of those travels to Turkey.
I favor the old and familiar in daily living. The chair at my desk is the same one I sat in and studied during law school between 1966-1969; the Seiko watch on my wrist was purchased in Saigon during the Vietnam war in 1970; I carried the same attache, with coffee stains on the leather, for 40 years or more, and it still travels with me.
We are a throwaway society, images of permanence resist the atmosphere of styrofoan and plastic that dominates our daily lives.