Intense times in Tehran and back

 

I went to Tehran to help my dad clear the house. I had to go through my mother’s boxes and my own. This already was an emotionally charged process and at the same time, there was definitely an intensity in the air that I have never felt before. Normal life was resuming in Tehran during the day and suddenly there could be a burst of protest in any given neighbourhood. The layer of dust that was settled on everything, although from pollution, seemed like a symbolic sign that things need shaking up. That things can’t go on like this.

At the end, quality conversations  with my father and old friends are the priceless moments I find in every trip, not matter how short. We go through the complex history we have lived and try to make sense of it all.

There are many sources of inspiration hidden in these boxes. My mother has kept most of early school practice books. All these histories, all our childhood, all the texts we had to inject in to our small brains in a country already gone through a revolution and in war. I feel I have so much to do with all these material. I just need time.

This year was year of exciting commissions .From March next year, I really want to be focused on personal projects.

In the mean time, I am also happy to have a work shown at Microscope gallery as part of their group show. I would love to go to New York one day.











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