Gallery: Ephermal Garden

As if looking at an unfulfilled dream, a sense of panic grasps when a ceremony in a yard or grand garden ends; an ephemeral state where views and objects do not represent their known status or symbolism.

Times and times, I have tried to paint this malformed joy and try to turn the despair into an effective force of life, regardless of the fact that I succeed or not. The similarities between the paintings and Iran, as it is today, create a sort of sympathy and suspension, the very feeling that commits me to paint. In recent years, my growing abstract tendencies have augmented the regret lying within the painting. This augmentation is a desire to glorify decay, a quite pathological desire that traces easily in our sadness as the Iranian nation.