Rug 96739

Short cotton fringe gives way to a compact rectangle of wool with a springy, medium pile. The face of the rug is built like a wall of little windows: twelve perfectly aligned compartments, three across and four down, separated by slim navy blue bars stitched with tiny brown ticks. The ground around and between these panes is quiet beige, so the colored pictures inside each window glow without glare.
In the center of every pane sits a sharp, saw-toothed diamond medallion. Their edges bite cleanly into the beige, outlined in ivory so each one reads with absolute clarity. As the eye walks across the grid, the diamonds change color in a steady rhythm—some blaze in red, others deepen to navy blue, some cool to green, and a few warm to mustard—yet the drawing stays identical, which makes the color do the talking. Inside the diamonds, small starry flowers and crosslets gather; many of these inner details are picked out in light blue and ivory, with tiny brown stitches tightening the centers. Around the medallions, each pane carries the same small language of tribal charms—minute hooks, crosses, seed shapes—kept low and even so they sparkle without crowding the picture. Because the panes mirror one another top to bottom and side to side, the whole grid feels calm despite the color play; a four-way balance that lets the eye roam without losing its place.
A layered frame encloses the panel field. Closest to the windows runs a fine navy blue belt beaded with little ivory and red diamonds; it turns each corner like a taut ribbon, no slack, no stumble. Beyond it spreads a broader beige band where tiny rosettes and X-links repeat in navy blue, red, green, and light blue, their spacing so consistent the border reads like soft music around the edge. The outermost wall is bolder and more animated: large latch-hook and ram-horn figures march in sequence, switching through navy blue, red, green, mustard, and brown, their outlines crisp against changing grounds. A final narrow navy guard seals the perimeter before the fringe begins.
Colors separate with crisp, abrupt edges, so forms never blur: ivory teeth cut into red; green steps sharply against beige; light blue sits like cool enamel on navy blue. From across the room the rug resolves into a disciplined checker of twelve bright diamonds inside strong dark borders. Up close, the hand feels the even rise of the wool, the clean edges of the outlines, and the tiny knots of color that tighten every center. The mood is exuberant but orderly—traditional Shiraz geometry expressed as a cabinet of jewels—each pane repeating the same clear sentence in a different voice of beige, navy blue, red, green, light blue, mustard, and quiet brown.