The models displayed as examples in our stores mostly measure 1m40 x 2m80.
However, they can be adapted to other dimensions (price on estimate).
Maximum size: 7,5m wide and 10,50m long.
We have developed a range of 42 wool colours and 42 silk colours to combine freely.
Sizes and colours can therefore be customized.
The world of rugs has always seemed very different from mine.
I regarded it with a distant respect as a complex and almost unapproachable world in museums,
or even with a touch of condescension at the shops around the corner.
It must be said in my defense that I keep vivid the childhood memory of crossing the living room to greet my grandfather.
The room seemed huge to me, but obviously it was only quite large but, above all,
I had to face a diabolical entanglement of oriental rugs, dark red masses placed in unstable equilibium on the well-waxed floor
and, of course, I never missed to stumble as a humiliating ritual always recommenced.
Only the left elbow of my grandfather would stand up and that sigh of implacable irony was enough to shame me.
It must be added that I am well avenged since, as I am the only « artist » of the family after him.
He had also announced it, which in his value system suddenly put me at the top,
my mother giving herself the more romantic role of « the one that could have … ».
So, in my story, the rug is not one of those innocuous accessories.
By dint of seeing rugs everywhere in Morocco as a basic object of this culture, I became necessarily a little interested.
I then discovered wonderful « paintings », and I speak deliberately of « paintings » because, in fact,
I could never materially integrate them into my universe,
an old hygienist reflex –too obscure to be overcome- probably contributing to it too.
And then, suddenly, the desire for rugs was there.
Age coming, I was finally mature enough for a little softness to treat on foot,
a little heat to protect me from too cold floors,
a little more silence by stifling the sound of footsteps.
I also believe that the Buddhist serenity, so well in its place below the terrible Himalayas,
touched me by surprise with a stroke of the wind when visiting a weaving workshop in Kathmandou,
and pushed me a little off my beaten track.