Here are some clickable links of my painting collections as below
The cosmos is depthless and at the same time the deepest and endless. It is timeless yet flowing in every moment of earth-dwellers. How on earth is it possible for the sky to hug everlastingly and eternally all being so tight? How is it possible for this vast expanse to evade time but gives timely meanings?
In front of me, there is the cosmos in its deafening silence; as though it were unaware of its undeniable presence as well as the presence of time stacked in layers in its heart. Agitation and peace are hand in hand in its time layers, yet the layers are not as silent. Indeed, they narrate different aspects of life together and form the universe.
I do not fluster. I hug my moon tight; he understands the language of these layers. He is that mirror reflecting light in which I have seen myself. He is the tracker of the sky and responsible for making ocean tides dance. He sees, he feels and remembers. He is one of us: a long-known friend who has given life to our Earth and is the closest celestial body to us. He has always been up there, perhaps everlastingly and eternally; he has been around for us in haplessness and happiness, in stagnation and motion, in cacophony and silence, perhaps in the deepest layer where there has been no meaning and no memory, but he was there.
Tension, anxiety, cry, and nocturnal agitation all give birth to mental lethargy whose heavy shadow in turn overwhelms you, goes deep down in you, and then finishes you. Yet, in the bottom, right in the middle of nowhere, lines form images and here every mind secretes unique images. They are natural soothers, flowing from your mind giving power to your hands for you to draw and draw and draw until you get to your ultimate entity on the board to reach peace of mind.
This very nature of mind gives contentment to its agony, however gawkily, through art, whether the outcomes are doodles and scribbles or mental analyses and dreams. They indeed make the mind stop wandering and leave pleasure, though the pleasure is pale and ephemeral. Whatever they are, they overcome the feeble nerves at least briefly.
Although these pieces have been created by the same concept of “But Moon Has Been There” collection and some of these expose the progress of the mentioned collection, I consider them as a separated category in terms of the technique.
They are defined as ‘each of a pair of globular organs of sight in the head of humans and vertebrate animals’. This very definition is the simplest possible; however, they bear long, mysterious connotations from the Sumerian ‘the entrance of the souls’ to ancient Egyptian’s ‘Horus’. In my Iranian culture, however, their functions vary; they can be everything, from ‘evil eyes’ to Saadi Shirazi’s metaphoric use of ‘the beloved’s alluring eyes’.
The root of so many definitions may lie in the proposition that the eyes do not tolerate lies but reveal the truth consistently. They are such strong face organs that they can overwhelm other ones and can determine and re-determine the structure of the face the way they wish. Deep down in them, character resides, bestowing individuality upon individuals; here, they make them unique beings.
It might seem odd to have this part in my painting collections, but for me these pieces were milestones as they were created. They challenged me and caused me new concerns in painting field and eventually they made the path to discover new more personalized compositions. Most of my artistic concerns root in these fundamental pieces and I suppose that they deserve to be indicated here.