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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