Showing posts with label Ink. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ink. Show all posts

Friday, February 7, 2014

Monday, June 27, 2011

The Diploma (With Details)!





This is a recreational work of this print, originally made by one of my favorite artists David Hockney.
This is about the first face and deuxieme (second) face of an academician with an unhappy useless diploma.

A few years ago I saw this
print (Etching and Aquatint), in the museum of modern art of Tehran during an exhibition of original prints of the most greatest artists.
I painted it down with my own garnishment.

This must be full of instruction for all...
Enjoy, have a fun through this truth.

Saturday, January 29, 2011



This is one recreational opus of an etching, originally made by Georges Braque in black and white.
I saw it in Tehran Museum of Modern Art. Those original artworks on the walls were so influential and irresistible. I found a paper and started with one two pens I have chance-fully brought
'em with me. After that I interested to use pen, specially for coloring.

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.