A woman has been siiting at the loom and weaving, weavin the patterns and running yarns with fingers patiently through, soaking them with dreams, dying them with hopes; the thread itself is the suffering too, a dream, a hope. The kilim not only absorbs the life of a person who makes it, but also discovers it. That’s just what in it art is. And the sense of a pattern is to show the life that is hidden. The kilim is a writing, a picture writing, a myth and a diary, a song and history.