Heat?

Did you ever see the shapes are melting in their own?

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.

Book Of Park

So High Above The Wall...

Book Of Park

Book Of Park

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.

Chez Tailleur

Time Balloon

Time Skull

Beside War & Loss & Illness

The Statue

Breakfast

You Worry About The Wrong Things

Anyway... they don't know you, like I do... they'll never know you...

Magician Rabbit

These are two frames of two different stories of an episodic book for children. I like to work in foursquare frames.
... I'm tired of this century.
If I could chose I would love to be a painter and do paintings (any kind; on the church walls, canvas... anything)...
be some Aubrey Beardsley in Sherlock Holmes' London in 19th century years or some passenger (not rower please! I get tired from paddling!) in Hokusai The Great Wave off Kanagawa boats... for the rest of my life.
I swear If I could go I would never, never come back.
I swear. I sign the contract. I pay with my blood. Bring me there Magician Rabbit or whoever else you are.

A Typical "Cry For Help" Announcement

- What's new? - Somebody plug me in... please.

Memorial

In study for Small, Big, Lightening and Flipping aside with the same subjects.

Light On

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