It didn’t take long for me to be back in Tehran again, this time for a family situation which was, and still is, difficult. “Sandwich generation” is what they call it, and I can completely feel it in skin and bone. Life in Tehran, on the surface, seemed as usual. People trying to resume some kind of normality, while there were no missiles or drones flying above. But scratching beneath the thin layer, the economic hardship and suppression seemed stronger than ever. While attempting to find my way through various bureaucratic, legal and emotional circumstances, I managed to run another Super 8 workshop with Left Bank Collective . This time, we worked directly on film using scratching, bleach and paint, and then projected the results. There are few joys in life that I can compare with working with young people. It was amazing how the simple act of painting and damaging film, as a collective activity, could have such a healing quality — especially at a time when everything felt so hea...
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