About the artist
Who am I...
I was born in fall of 1988 in Iran. I have been fascinated by stories and storytelling as long as I can remember. Film, cinema, photography, painting, and all written forms of creative arts have held my imagination and interest above all else.
We lived in south of Iran for the first years of my life, far away from my family’s Kurdish roots and then moved permanently to Tehran.
I remember very little of those early years in the scorching heat of Bandar Abbas. A blue Renault, yard full of bees, and wild dogs howling in the barren fields right outside our new house in the capital are harder to forget. It’s funny to think how much that area has changed now, with an ever growing city advancing into any empty piece of land surrounding it.
It’s a strange thing to feel lonely in a city so full with people. Or perhaps it’s only natural to see their many lives imposed on yours, to feel that if you lose focus and forget about your frame for just a moment, it would be crushed under the weight of the others. I turned to math and physics, study of elements, and systems. Thinking if I could understand life and all its machinations, I could control it; mould it into something easier, tidier, more manageable.
I studied software engineering, mesmerised by the ability to control circuits and make them perform flawlessly to any tune. A perfect harmony of functions and classes.
I moved to a different country on another continent, away from intricately patterned carpets and high mountains to the smell of freshly made waffles on rainy Saturdays. And I continue to study, to this day, the art of mathematical constructions and human engineering in the quaint windy city of Delft.
Of all the places I’ve been, the things I’ve tried and experienced, none compares to the chaotic magic of picking up a brush. I can make something out of my feelings, my thoughts, the images I see everywhere and transform them into real, actual, tangible things. Beautiful, wonderfully weird things to look at.
Not trying to simplify or explain what is most often unexplainable or worse, attempt to control it. But instead living and feeling it viscerally; intimately.
So, here I am in the little studio space in my home. I’m almost always anxious, perpetually in crisis, overwhelmed by too many feelings. But I am still here. I’m pouring myself into this creative work, telling honest human stories made of colours, forms, and texture.