The Unknown Land
When we leave behind a whole cultural identity, after a while we feel fragments of that identity. Actually, this fragmentation can be sometimes confusing. As an Iranian-born artist, the events of the past forty years form a dark veil of nightmare shadowing the deepest recesses of my being. Disbelief and denial shift to moments of surrender. But the darkness is interrupted by the inspirational fight of brave Iranian women who risk their lives through protest across Iran. These past six months, the destruction of Iran has been so horrid at so many levels that every time I pick up a brush I paint about Iran. The “Miniature in Mourning” series celebrates and mourns the many wonderful people who have been jailed for standing up. It is a custom in Iran that everyone wears black at the time of mourning.