As we inhale the miasma of the past, we seek the perfumes indelible to the history in which we grew up. What better to choose as our leader in this endeavor than Attar, the perfume maker of the twelfth century Persia, and join his Conference of Birds.
“We cover the pallets with the copied lines, twisting the reed pens we try to replicate the beauty of the script. Like birds on the horizon, the strange calligraphic forms of Persian characters hover above and below the line, just like Urdu, the language we speak, and Arabic, the language in which we pray. We are gratified by the beauty of the text, the meaning of the lines.”