Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Cash Bundren



Here is Cash. He is one of the fifteen human characters who appears in “As I Lay Dying” the book, written by William Faulkner. I have made all fifteen portraits and some other landscape images as abstract figurative ones. These pictures are published in Iran under translated title;
"گور به گور".

Cash does carpentry and he is making a casket because of his mother
's will. His mother, Addie Bundren is dying and he must make a coffin to put her into it and take her to Jefferson with the rest of the family. Jefferson is where she got birth and where she wants to be buried after her death.
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Thursday, October 21, 2010

Spooky



The original title of this artwork is “the promenade in moonbeam with a cheetah". Maybe too many agree with me that everything in moonlight gets a spooky aspect and could be ghosty.
In collages I always make the moon with a burned piece of paper. I like this idea because those shadows that make the shape of the moon or cause it as thin or complete, are like the shapes that remain after burning.
Those pieces above the page, they could remind trees, fishes and birds or everything you see in…

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Transportation






It's one of the fifty-four illustration frames that I've made for "Rostam-nama" the book, a Kurdish folk and a quipped version of famous "Shah-nama" (Shāhnāmeh) that is a poetic epic created by Ferdowsi.


This picture is about a scene which in Rostam is stolen by a bothersome persecutor bogey monster called "Akvān", while he is getting rest on a big rock through the one of his journeys.
"Akvān Dīv" who is an original enemy of him, uses his time to overcome Rostam. He comes down of mountain and removes the rock to get Rostam to a high plat and make him unable to go on.
when Rostam opened his eyes saw himself between the earth and sky, transporting by Akvān.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Beneath



when you’re alone and also feel lonely by heart or soul, probably sitting on a chair in your atelier or your room (getting ready to paint or drink some tea), you breathe then and it feels like you see or smell beneath everything through their bones; you, the earth, the air, the window and voices. Sometimes you may even think and get beneath your mind… to the bones of the mind.