The one on the right is actually one of Turkish rug market. I bought it in Tashkent, Uzbekistan, and I'm sure the artist must have been a local. The vivid colors caught my eye. My friend Jalal helped me buy it at a good price, and he told me it was a Turkish scene. It's all about negotiating when you're literally buying it on the street.
The one on the left I gave to my mother. She had it in a prime spot in her living room for years.
My friend Timour gave me this. Believe it or not, I carried it on the flight back to the USA, just as it is. Nothing broke! And there was layover at two airports, I believe - Moscow and Frankfurt. It was a carry-on, but still not an easy task!