Off the Chest

 

So it is finally 2022.The concepts of years seem blurry since the pandemic but here we go anyway.

Me and Jonah managed to go visit my dad in Iran after I recovered. Jonah and Jamshid had not met for 2 years. Jonah didn’t remember much from the 8 months that he stayed in Tehran while my mum was ill. The time we spent in Meygoon with my dad  was really special. A garden that has seen many generations come and gone. Through happy times, or when it was a refuge for family members who stayed there from bombs during the war. The big walnut tree has witnessed all of this history. I am going to work on a project about the dear walnut tree. I have been shooting material in every trip and I have sound recordings from my dad telling the tales of Meygoon.

There is one project that I am still trying to sail to shore. Some projects need to finish because they bear a heavy load of emotions, they weight on your chest. You need to take them off your chest and then you can breathe. This is a story of a mother who lost a son to injustice. I am sure I am not doing justice to all the complexities of what happened to this young man and his execution. I just reflect my emotions in images and sounds like a healing process and in doing so keep an emotional record of events if not an accurate historic one.









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