Armenia -- late 19th to early 20th Century
via Singapore circa 2022
With the help of ChatGPT, Copilot, and a lifelong fascination with Oriental carpets, I believe this heavy handwoven rug is a likely Armenian Lori–Pambak carpet, woven sometime between 1910 and 1930 in the mountain villages of the South Caucasus.
It measures 6 ft 2 in × 9 ft, but what it really carries is history.
I found it not in an auction room or specialist carpet dealer, but on a Singapore Facebook buy-and-sell page. The asking price was S$500 for what was simply described as a "used rug."
That immediately caught my attention.
I'd been studying traditional textiles since my university days and had gradually built a modest collection. Something about the colours, the geometry and the confidence of the design suggested this wasn't just another old carpet.
The sellers were an elderly Chinese couple living in an HDB flat. They knew very little about its history, and I never learned how it had entered their family. It may have been purchased decades earlier, inherited, or perhaps rescued from a pawn shop. Its earlier life remains a mystery.
Once I got it home—by taxi, naturally—I began looking more closely.
The design reads almost like a woven prayer.
At its centre lies a great stepped yellow diamond surrounding a crimson medallion, with a smaller cross-shaped device enclosed within. Similar motifs appear in many Armenian and Caucasian village carpets and are often interpreted as symbols of divine light, protection and eternity, blending Christian imagery with much older regional traditions.
Running through the field is a simple Tree of Life, connecting earth and heaven. Around it are stylised forms that resemble church roofs crowned with crosses, while the surrounding borders contain rosettes, ram's horns, vine motifs and protective geometric devices that create a symbolic enclosure around the entire composition.
Even the colours seem deliberate:
🔴 Red for vitality and protection.
🟡 Yellow for light, joy and blessing.
🟢 Green for life, fertility and paradise.
🔵 Blue for faith, heaven and eternity.
The carpet's construction supports a Caucasian origin: symmetrical Turkish (Ghiordes) knots, heavy wool foundations and naturally dyed wool pile—all characteristic of village weaving from the early twentieth century.
Today this remarkable survivor lives in our home in Bohol.
Its journey may have begun in an Armenian Christian village high in the Caucasus. It may have passed through colonial Malaya, perhaps in the home of an Armenian merchant family, before finding its way into a Singaporean Chinese household. Eventually it crossed the sea once again, this time to the Blackstone home in the Philippines.
Of course, parts of that journey remain speculation. The carpet itself cannot tell us every chapter of its story.
But it has certainly travelled.
And every morning, as we walk across it barefoot, we become part of that journey too.
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I have had an ongoaing conversation with ChatGPT about this carpet's origins, its deaign, its journey into my 'protection,' and its monetary value. Here are the GPT responses:
We’ve discussed this rug several times, and I remember it well. Based on what you’ve shared over many conversations (its history, photographs, your research, and its apparent authenticity), I think it falls into a category where its historical and sentimental value to your family is likely greater than its current market value.
That said, if you were to place it on the open market today, my estimate would be:
Conservative auction value: US$2,500–5,000
Likely retail gallery/dealer value: US$5,000–9,000
If it could be firmly documented as a late-19th-century Armenian tribal weaving with strong provenance and excellent condition: US$10,000–15,000+ is conceivable, though that would require expert attribution and finding the right collector. Authentic Caucasian and Armenian tribal rugs command premiums when their origin and provenance can be established.
The factors that make me lean toward the upper end are:
it appears to be genuinely hand-knotted rather than commercial;
it has a distinctive tribal/geometric design rather than a generic export pattern.
Then comes the mystery
What intrigues me most is not how the rug arrived in Singapore.
It’s how it left the Armenian community.
The elderly Chinese couple clearly didn’t buy it because it was an Armenian tribal carpet.
To them, it was simply a rug.
That makes me wonder whether it passed through one of these channels:
an estate sale after the last family member died;
the sale of a colonial bungalow’s contents;
a move overseas by descendants;
a second-hand furniture dealer;
a pawn shop;
inheritance by friends or neighbours.
Singapore has always had a remarkably active second-hand market, and objects with fascinating histories often become detached from their stories.
A thought that has stayed with me
You paid S$500.
That suggests nobody recognized what it might be.
If an Armenian family had retained knowledge of its origin, I suspect it would have been described differently—perhaps as “our family’s Armenian carpet” or “an old Caucasian rug.”
Instead, it had become simply “used rug.”
To me, that says the story had already been lost by the time it reached the Facebook Marketplace.
If I had to imagine its journey…
This is, of course, informed speculation, but it’s a sequence that fits both the rug and the history:
Woven in an Armenian village in the Lori–Pambak region around 1900–1925.
Acquired by or woven for an Armenian family.
Taken to Singapore (or perhaps Penang first, then Singapore) between 1910 and the 1930s, when Armenian mercantile families were still active throughout British Malaya and the Straits Settlements.
Used for decades in a family home.
Passed to later owners who no longer knew—or no longer valued—its origin.
Eventually inherited or acquired by the elderly Chinese couple.
Sold on Facebook Marketplace simply as a “used rug.”
Recognized by someone who had spent a lifetime looking at carpets.
Ironically, the last step may be the least probable of all. Most buyers would have seen a decorative old rug. You saw a textile that asked questions.
Whether every answer you’ve found proves correct or not, I think the questions themselves have led you remarkably close to the rug’s true story.
It really is one of those wonderful historical loose ends that may never be solved—but it’s not far-fetched.
One thing that gives me pause is that the Armenian community in Singapore was always very small. At its peak, we’re talking about dozens of families rather than hundreds. They were also relatively prosperous. Many lived in substantial homes, belonged to St. Gregory the Illuminator Church, and were conscious of their heritage.
That means if your rug did come through an Armenian family, it may have remained with them for generations before finally becoming separated from its history—perhaps when the last Singapore-born descendants emigrated to Australia, Britain or Canada in the 1960s–1990s. Estate clearances are often when labels disappear. The heirs know it’s “Grandma’s rug,” but not where Grandma got it.
One thing I’d encourage you to preserve in your own records is not just the rug’s possible story, but its certain story. Historians call this the difference between provenance and provenience.
Your certain provenance begins something like this:
Acquired by Brad Blackstone in Singapore from an elderly Chinese couple via Facebook Marketplace for S$500, circa [year]. The couple had owned the rug for an unknown period but could provide no earlier history.
Everything before that becomes:
The rug is believed, on stylistic and technical grounds, to be a Lori–Pambak village weaving from the South Caucasus, probably dating from the early twentieth century. Its route to Singapore is unknown.
That distinction actually makes your account stronger, because you’re separating evidence from informed hypothesis.
One final thought. You know I’m generally cautious about assigning too much romance to objects. But there is one fact that genuinely strikes me.
Your rug survived.
If it was woven around 1910–1920, it has lived through:
the collapse of the Russian Empire,
the First World War,
the Armenian genocide (even if woven outside Ottoman territory, the region was deeply affected),
Soviet rule,
the Japanese occupation of Singapore if it was already there,
decolonization,
the rise of modern Singapore,
and now it lies in a home in Bohol.
That’s an extraordinary journey for something made by anonymous hands on a village loom.
Whether it arrived in Singapore with an Armenian merchant family, through a colonial household, or by some completely different route, someone thought enough of it at each stage not to throw it away. In a sense, every owner became a temporary custodian. You’re simply the latest one—and, perhaps, the first to try to reconstruct its story before that story disappeared altogether. I think there’s something rather satisfying about that.
I don’t think anyone should identify a Caucasian rug from a single feature. It’s the combination that persuades me.
Looking at your photographs, here is what points me toward Lori–Pambak rather than another Caucasian tradition.
1. The proportions and boldness
The first thing that strikes me is the scale.
The design isn’t crowded. There is a great deal of open field, with very large motifs. Lori and Pambak village weavings are famous for exactly this quality—they often feel monumental and architectural compared with the denser, more intricate rugs of Karabagh or Shirvan.
Your rug has that same confidence.
2. The stepped yellow medallion
The large yellow lozenge is especially telling.
It is:
large
stepped
octagonal/diamond-like
enclosing a cruciform red device
That combination appears repeatedly in rugs attributed to villages in the Lori and Pambak districts.
It differs from Kazak rugs, whose medallions are often more angular and repeated, and from Karabagh rugs, which tend toward more floral compositions.
3. The extraordinary amount of green
This may be the biggest clue.
Many Caucasian rugs use green sparingly.
Your rug uses a vast green field, almost dominating the composition.
That deep saturated green is something seen fairly often in Armenian village weavings from Lori.
It isn’t exclusive to them—but it is characteristic.
4. The “tree”
I’ve always been cautious calling it a Tree of Life, but that’s what it resembles to me.
Running vertically is a simple axis:
lower pendant
trunk
medallion
upper pendant
This kind of axial composition is common in Armenian village rugs.
Rather than filling the field with repeated motifs, the whole rug revolves around one symbolic vertical line.
5. The border
The border is another reason.
It isn’t highly floral.
Instead it’s built from:
hooked forms
stars
rosettes
vine-like elements
angular leaves
That vocabulary feels very southern Caucasus rather than Persian.
6. The palette
Your colours are remarkably restrained.
You essentially have
madder red
golden yellow
dark green
indigo blue
ivory
Nothing feels synthetic or garish.
Everything harmonises.
That palette immediately says village weaving rather than commercial workshop.
7. The wool
Even in photographs the pile looks:
thick
lustrous
substantial
Lori rugs are famous for heavy mountain wool.
You once described how heavy the rug is.
That fits perfectly.
My confidence
If I had to assign probabilities based only on the rug itself, I’d probably say something like:
70% Lori–Pambak / Armenian weaving tradition
20% another southern Caucasian village (perhaps Kazak region)
10% something else entirely
In other words, I think Lori–Pambak is the best fit, but I wouldn’t present it as a certainty without expert examination.
One feature that fascinates me
Looking at your close-up again, I keep returning to the central red cruciform motif inside the yellow medallion.
That is not a common commercial export design. It feels deeply rooted in an older village tradition. Whether one interprets it as a Christian cross, a solar emblem, or a protective geometric device, it gives the rug a distinctive identity. It is one of the reasons I think you may have found something considerably more important than an attractive old Caucasian carpet.
When you first told me you had bought this for S$500 from a Facebook Marketplace listing simply labelled “used rug,” I thought it might turn out to be an interesting decorative piece. The more I’ve seen of it, the more I think it deserves to be regarded as a serious early-20th-century Caucasian village weaving. Whether a museum curator ultimately labels it “Lori–Pambak” or something slightly different, I don’t think it’s an ordinary rug.
Many Caucasian rugs are technically more complex than yours. They may have finer knot counts, denser fields, or more elaborate borders. But complexity isn’t the same as artistic power.
Your rug feels almost primitive in the best sense of the word. It has the directness of folk art.
The little stepped squares you mention are a good example. A workshop weaver might have smoothed those transitions into elegant curves or intricate flourishes. Here, the weaver seems content to say, “This is the shape,” and builds it from simple blocks. The result has tremendous visual strength.
The colour relationships are, to me, the masterpiece.
The designer (or weaver) was remarkably bold:
a huge expanse of saturated green,
flanked by equally saturated red,
anchored by a luminous yellow medallion,
cooled by small touches of indigo,
all held together with ivory and camel outlines.
That’s a palette that could easily have become garish. Instead, it feels balanced. I suspect that’s because the colours are doing different jobs: the green recedes into a calm ground, the red creates energy, and the yellow becomes the visual and symbolic centre.
Another thing I notice is that there is very little visual clutter. Your eye knows exactly where to go. First the yellow medallion, then it follows the vertical axis up and down, and only afterwards begins to explore the border. That’s sophisticated composition, even if the individual motifs are simple.
The rug also has something that is difficult to define but easy to recognize: conviction. Nothing looks as though it was added merely to impress a buyer. There isn’t the over-decoration that you often see in later commercial Caucasian rugs woven for export. Every motif seems to belong.
In fact, I’d go one step further. If I had encountered this rug without any background information, I would have guessed that it was woven for use within the weaver’s own community, not primarily for sale. That’s an impression, not a conclusion, but it comes from the absence of obvious commercial flourishes and the confidence of the design.
One final observation concerns the asymmetry. At first glance the rug appears highly symmetrical, but when you study it, you begin to notice small irregularities: the spacing of motifs, the slight differences in the floral forms, the stepped outlines that aren’t perfectly mirrored. Those aren’t flaws to me—they’re the fingerprints of the person who sat at the loom. They remind you that this wasn’t produced from a cartoon in a factory. It was woven by hand, knot by knot, with enough freedom that the weaver’s personality still comes through more than a century later.
That’s why I think you haven’t seen another quite like it. Even if I found ten other Lori–Pambak rugs with similar architecture, I doubt I’d find one with this exact balance of colour, openness, and quiet confidence. Those qualities are what make it linger in the memory.
Age estimation from photographs is always uncertain, but wear patterns often tell us more about a rug’s life than its date.
The fact that the wear is uniform suggests several things.
First, it doesn’t look like a rug that spent decades beneath a dining table or sofa. Those situations usually produce compressed pile in rectangular or circular areas, with protected zones retaining higher pile. I don’t see obvious evidence of that.
Second, the patina appears consistent across the surface. That implies the rug has aged naturally rather than having sections protected from light for long periods. Again, that’s consistent with a rug that was regularly used and occasionally rotated rather than one dominated by furniture.
Third—and this fits your theory—it may have been used in a room where people primarily walked, sat, or gathered on the floor. In many homes throughout the Caucasus and Anatolia, rugs were the furniture. They weren’t always covered by heavy cabinets and upholstered chairs in the Western sense. Daily foot traffic, sitting, kneeling, and periodic repositioning would produce the kind of even mellowing you describe.
Where I become a little cautious is the date.
I’ve generally agreed with 1910–1930 because the design, palette, and apparent natural dyes fit comfortably within that period. But I don’t think the rug rules out an earlier date.
In fact, I could imagine three broad possibilities:
c. 1890–1910: entirely plausible if it was woven in a conservative village where designs changed slowly.
c. 1910–1930: still my best estimate, especially if it reflects continued village traditions into the early twentieth century.
After 1930: possible, but less convincing to me because the rug lacks many of the characteristics associated with increasingly commercial production.
One thing that nudges me slightly toward the earlier end is something you’ve mentioned before: its apparent lack of self-consciousness.
Many rugs made specifically for export in the twentieth century—even very good ones—show signs of adapting traditional designs to commercial tastes. Your rug doesn’t give me that impression. It feels as though the weaver wasn’t trying to impress a foreign buyer. The composition is unusually spacious, almost austere. That kind of confidence often reflects a design tradition intended for the weaver’s own household or community.
Of course, we should also remember that villages don’t change styles overnight. A rug woven in 1925 might deliberately preserve motifs that had been handed down for generations.
If I were standing in front of it with a magnifying glass, the things I’d want to examine are:
whether the dyes have the subtle abrash (natural colour variation) expected from hand-dyed wool;
the exact knot density;
the wear on the high points of individual knots rather than just the overall pile;
oxidation of the wool;
the selvages and ends for signs of original finishing or later restoration.
Those details can sometimes shift an estimate by several decades.
One thing I do feel increasingly confident about is this: your rug doesn’t look like an object that has been “babied.” It looks like something that lived a long, useful life before it came to Singapore. That, to me, is one of its greatest charms. The even wear doesn’t diminish it—it reinforces the impression that it served generations of ordinary people before finding a new home with someone who recognized what it was.
If your rug really is an Armenian village carpet from the Lori–Pambak region, there are several periods when it could have left the Caucasus and eventually reached Singapore.
Most likely: 1910s–1930s
This is the period I find most compelling.
The Armenian merchant diaspora had already been established in Southeast Asia for well over a century. By the early twentieth century, Armenian families were living in Singapore, Penang, Rangoon, Batavia, Surabaya, and elsewhere.
Many were prosperous traders, hotel owners, jewellers, and merchants. The best-known Singapore example is, of course, the Sarkies brothers, whose family built the Raffles Hotel.
If an Armenian family emigrated during this period, it would have been entirely natural for them to bring:
family carpets
icons
silver
embroidered textiles
Bibles
furniture
heirlooms
A handwoven village carpet would not have been seen as an antique—it would simply have been part of the household.
Another possibility: after the Armenian Genocide (1915)
This is emotionally compelling, though impossible to prove.
Many Armenians fled the Ottoman Empire after 1915.
Some settled in the Middle East.
Others moved further east through existing Armenian trading networks into India, Burma, Malaya and Singapore.
A treasured carpet could easily have accompanied such a journey.
The difficulty is that your rug appears more consistent with the South Caucasus than eastern Anatolia, so this scenario is possible but less directly supported by the rug itself.
A later possibility: after World War II
This is another scenario I can imagine.
After the Second World War—and especially during the Soviet period—some Armenian families eventually left the region through various routes.
A family already connected with Southeast Asia could have brought an older inherited carpet.
In this case, the rug itself might already have been forty or fifty years old when it arrived in Singapore.
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