An Artful Home — Kyrgyzstan Yurt Art

I remember the day we purchased this wall hanging in Kyrgyzstan.


Wanting to acclimate a bit further before hitting the snow, it was our third day in the country after over 40 hours of traveling to get to Karakol. We had hired Azamat, an English-speaking guide from the area, to drive us around and show us the local culture of the Issyk Kul region.

Local kids playing on a sheet of ice:


Me, walking from one of the sights… for the life of me, I cannot find a name for this strange, deserted museum/shrine. It was massive – with tributes to all sorts of Kyrgyz culture, but the gates were closed and it was completely abandoned.


Azamat, telling Sean about the deserted shrine.


As we drove around, I found it particularly enjoyable to view life through our telephoto lens. These girls were getting water for their household from the water pump… this reminds me of what we’ll have to do for our yurt when we haul water!


Sometimes the cows just need a drink, too.


Throughout the day, I remember Azamat mentioning his family. Eventually, we understood that his father was an artist. We asked if we could go visit his family’s shop, and he agreed. It was the last stop after a long day of touristing – from authentic yurts, to the Eagle Man, to having tea with a local woman and her daughter who make the rugs for the local yurts. In Azamat’s family shop, among all sorts of authentic Kyrgyzstan trinkets were his father’s stunning wool paintings.



We perused the designs for a long time… until we saw the one we wanted, with white yurts in the background and horses and an eagle flying away in the foreground. Since our return, we’ve tried to find an appropriate spot for this painting to live. In the three houses we’ve lived in since 2012, nothing fit. Then yesterday, Sean remembered to bring the art to our yurt, and lo and behold, the painting serves a purpose on our north living room wall. Not only a reminder of a great experience in Central Asia, but a reminder of the roots of our yurt journey, two years ago.


Tags: Art, Kyrgyzstan, Yurt,

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Love it! How perfect.


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