shirin bolourchi

My face is becoming all eyes today.

Everyday when I wake up I would like to draw an eye in between

Of my two eyebrows.

Also draw an aye on my forehead.

An eye for my lips and an eye for my noise.

My face is slowly transforming in to my eyes and I love that today.

Tomorrow I might wake up and execrate this revision.

I never want to see my father in my face, the shock of finding

My father in my face is in fact so depressing a sudden upsetting to my psyche. I have this unbroken desire to get distance from my father’s face.

I often make a video of my face to get deeper in to myself, it’s so funny how I repeatedly get back to my eyes.

Everyday I wake up, I jump in to my car, I get lost in to California’s

Highways, the first thing I do is to see myself in my car’s mirror;

[I’m transforming in to my eyes again.]

How obsessed how possessed I’ve become to those eyes.

I tell myself constantly; Shirin be a devil to that face.

My class ends I get to my studio try to get in-between of my face

And draw it on my paper. [I’m transforming in to my eyes again.]

I still remember the day I got deported from Tehran Art University

By school’s Basij for my face was laughing a lot; [The day I’ve hated my face.]

That day I’ve started metamorphosing in to my eyes for I was in the state of shock with my face. A very deranged day in my whole life.

When I returned home I’ve started destroying so many images of mine in which I found myself laughing. I knew to get back to my art school I should start practicing not to laugh in my face. Could I really do that? Could I really imagine myself not laughing? Again I’ve started; [transforming my face in to my eyes.]

Sometimes when I wake up at morning I see Tehran in my face.

Funny ha! Still after 10 years not living in Tehran It’s trace so dominant So colorful in my face. Those days when I look in the to the mirror all I can read in my face is Farsi. Today I can see me more than anything else in my face; I’m still not quite sure about whom this me could be. Still have no true image of my face. I can’t control myself not stealing the term constant metamorphosis to be going on.

Still I can’t deny;

My face is becoming all eyes today.

Everyday when I wake up I would like to draw an eye in between

Of my two eyebrows.

Also draw an aye on my forehead.

An eye for my lips and an eye for my noise.

My face is slowly transforming in to my eyes and I love that today.

Tomorrow I might wake up and execrate this revision.