Statement:

“I love life because I have seen death and I love color because I have seen darkness”. I am from the lost generation of Iran. I am from a generation trying to come to terms with a destructive war, a developing religious revolution and a constant and provocative tension between individuality and society - all in one lifetime. And for me the only medium that can include and incorporate all these extremes is art. Color, form and content are the underlying building blocks of life and art.

Education:

2007 - Present                B.A. Student of Visual Communications, American University of Dubai.

Experience:

Exhibition of Color Pencil Works Iranian Club Dubai

Private Art Tutor Painting exhibition 1995 - Present

Art workshops attended and areas of expertise:

• Fundamentals of Art – Rouin Pakbaz
• History of Art – Rouin Pakbaz
• Drawing – Yagoub Amameh Peech
• Painting (Acrylic)
• Painting (Pastel)

War:

I was 9 years old when I saw war up close and had a first hand experience of the pain and uncertainty which war brings with itself. My impression of war is still the unclear impression of a 9 year old girls surrounded by chaos and havoc for the first time. I remember the color of war – red, khaki, grey – color of dust, color of unwashed soldiers. The young soldiers went ahead and died. Sometime I think how brave they are – young and old – to give their lives for an ideal. I can still see their blurred faces and the colors that of blood and dust, which are so entwined that you could not distinguish the two. Sometimes I can see their faces and admire their strength but fear their cold resolve.

Biography:

I started painting when I was 5 years old. I remember I took a white chalk and painted the ground in my street and the yard in my house. I drew big figures and then I started standing on them. My happy life with my sister and brother was suddenly changed by the Iran – Iraq war. The war destroyed my city completely and I lost my street and my house and the blissful paradise – I lost the white chalk. We ran away from the fighting and in our flight I left behind everything I had known or owned in the rubble of my city. As if my mother had left her life in our house, she passed away shortly after and then it was my father. Life did not give the opportunity to be have a normal childhood and after school I had to work instead of following my heart’s desire to find my white chalk again. Work, marriage, child and a happy family but there is still something missing. After many art and drawing classes and a great deal of time spent in finding the oath of my life, in the last four years I have now found my white chalk again.

Personal:

Nationality: Iranian

Gender: Female

Languages: Persian (Farsi), English

Marital Status: Married