"I work on this theme since 1988. the sudden death of a friend (at war) revolted me and ever since I have wanted to be somehow -useful and do something for victims like him. Making art for me is an interior need. Everything I make has a reason for being. I make nothing more or less. Infact, my real theme is my memory. the nomad that I have become walking from home to home with no fixed home but with many homes. The events in my homeland in my homland that have obliged me to chose such a way of living and go into -volutary exileΓÇÖ. The homes I have are moveable homes, suitcases. My symbols trace all and repeat themselves. The works are always light.
In Iran an old popular song says: 'From MartyrΓÇÖs blood grows red tulips.ΓÇÖ My tulips are black. Black like mourning, contrary to what this propaganda confirms. The obsessive theme; Home is , where the heart isΓÇÖ is developed through recurrent symbols: black tulips, childish houses, unrooted trees, hearts, birds... the suitcase becomes the real home of nomadism. I carry my home on my back and -home is whre the heart is...
