It’s the girl of all the winds who falls in to pieces,  from a roof top to another in her red-stockings. marsh land of her tears  are the passage of spring upon the heavyness of her eye lids It’s the girl of all the winds, at this moment in time herself,hers only saint guardian. selfish of […]

I woke up that morning, I knew that the summer has arrived. Crawling in my bed I also knew that this Summer I could not get back to Tehran. Struggling not to think about it too much to be able to survive my first summer in Los Angeles. It’s been 10 years now that I’ve […]

Being sentence to 16 Years of prison might seem like a sentence in this class, 16 years of prison is a deadly punishment is a brutal gift coming to an artist from a repressive religious regime is uncivilized, barbarian, 16 years of punishment is a terrifying nightmare not knowing why you are locked up, 16 […]

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 […]

“An artist is somebody who produces things that people don’t need to have.” -Andy Warhol Power of interconnectivity is a representation where its own delivery often fails. Not only it is often marginalized also misunderstood in its form and context. The reason we go to interconnectivity is not for wisdom but for dismantling the wisdom. […]

  I remember [A voice in darkness]; Where have you been? Where have you been? Hera Hera [Hera standing in absolute darkness] I remember Hera was wearing a ripped jean, with a T-shirt, I could see David Bowie and his corn on her T-Shirt. The spot light was appearing right on Hera. I remember the […]

It’s that time of the year I need to renew my Iranian passport. It’s 10;45 I’m in the post office it’s a quiet post office somewhere In Highland Park. I’m transforming in to my eyes as always trying to Record everything in the post office a guy behind the desk comes Toward me, he picks […]

Green, how I want you green Green wind, Green branches           Lorca Wonderful Green morning Brought Green voice To trust Green story On some Green paper Copy Green drawing From Green yesterday. Write Green trust Move Green flesh Forgive Green scene And buy Green socks. Green. Green.

Each time I fall in love I think of Jacques Lacan and his famous sentence “What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?  Then I instantly remind myself that I’m entering in to my darkness and there is nothing to do with my lovers but for […]

Ah Farid! How I wish I was just able to translate what you just told me, How I miss you, fafar, Ghazal, Roham and my dear instant doubling friend in Tehran,[the experience of self-destruction an image of whom I’ve never seen or talked to.] How I miss Khorshid in Sohrevardi street. I would say; we are the 7 wonders. […]