1001 Looted magic carpets and prayer rugs is a series I created in the shadow of the Palestinian-Israeli war in the hot summer of 2014. A rolled up rug was standing in my parents' house for five years. All this time I watched it move from the back yard to outside the front door then to under the bed and back to the back yard. Yet my parents couldnt get rid of it. There was a denial and an unsettling emotional attachment to material things. There was also a lethargy of watching a distant war which the media insistently brought to their living room. That diversion between the East and the West was what nudged me to give that rug an action painting treatment. This affair led to more rugs and more paintings of rugs. The rug symbolizes hope and good will, senselessly tainted by the rise of Islamic extremists. I was working relentlessly under the vast bright sky and tormenting sun of the San Fernando Valley. As I was pouring the paint onto the rugs two visions came to mind. One was of the American artist Jackson Pollock. The other was of memorable childhood in Israel which was brimming with nature hikes every Saturday. It was then when we visited our hospitable neighboring tribe. Black tents, colorful rugs, hospitable women wearing black dresses adorned with intricate hand woven embroidery, sheep and sweet tea. This kind of romantic pastoral idealism interrupted by unsettling consumerism gave rise to this body of work.