False Roots
Sometimes the voice we've been searching for in the outside world, can only be heard in the confines of our own being. My work tries to be a reflection of the last battle of darkness and light, the agonizing moments that extend to eternity before succumbing to the dawn. After the Revolution in Iran, compulsory hijab tied the knots that entangled the daily lives of many Iranian women in a cultural struggle; where the female hair braided the chains that held her captive to the headscarf.
Beyond My Blood
Young Iranians are beyond a revolutionary generation; they're the revolution itself. They are the rebirth of a Phoenix rising from the ashes; the thirst for change lives under their skin and moves like a river through their souls. They are the border between the future and the past.
