Showing posts with label Collage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collage. Show all posts

Friday, July 23, 2021

Jonah

Always imagined Jonah with Albrecht Dürer face. Maybe because of his determined and focused eyes, and his wet long hair, and his interest to paint the animals. Jonah went out in anger from the great desert of Nineveh but his fate was not what he expected.

«And [remember] the Man of the Fish, when he left in a rage, thinking that We would not put him to hardship. Then he cried out in the darkness, ‘There is no god except You! You are immaculate! I have indeed been among the wrongdoers!’»
[21–87] Quran

Jonah means pigeons but his surname in Quran is Dhu al-Nun / Dhu'n-Nun (the man who owns the fish). The bird and the sea.





 

Friday, October 5, 2018

Friday, September 21, 2018

Saturday, January 13, 2018

Muharram

برگزیده در یازدهمین دوره‌ی سوگواره‌ی هنر عاشورایی

Monday, May 19, 2014

Harmonica



















Etudes and designs for the package of Chromatic Harmonica Visual Trainings, with Narineh co.
And these are the ones (after all changes), which went to publish last year.

Thursday, October 18, 2012

Death


 





















Remember Amadeus, the film? Who doesn't?
At the last section of the film, Mozart is ordered to make an opus for a man in black who has no face. He comes, gives him coins and wants him to do a great job, a requiem mass. The man has an appearance as Don Giovanni in IL dissoluto punito, ossia IL Don Giovanni.
The man believes Mozart’s Don Giovanni is a visualization of Mozart’s father because Don is tough, strong, wrathful, fierce and dressed in black.
So the man wears like Don Giovanni to be known as the soul of Mozart’s dead father to our lunatic composer and through his unaware eyes. Mozart writes his own requiem mass, and dies in loneliness and fever.
And my collage; It’s a handmade collage made from my Amadeus DVD cover and a picture of an old Persian painting. This is my view of death; an irreversible invitation of a man in black, standing at the gate.
Bob Dylan has a song which in, there is a man with the long black coat who for me is the death itself. All of it makes me full of anguishes; People don't live or die, people just float. She went with the man in the long black coat.

Thursday, May 24, 2012

Khorramshahr, The Desolated Seaport























After 30 years, and passed across 8 years of war, Khorramshahr still seems kind of isolated, unexpectedly not even half-recovered of the ruin and is grappling with poverty, unemployment and lack of public welfare which is very needed. Today, 24 may is the day of liberation but city is not benefited of victory as much it should be.