My works are the result of companionship of oil and degeneration.
They could be the illusory emblem of things that we, as Khuzestan natives, think about the oil but not peaking about.
Two edges of happiness and misery.
This collection is look like a self-learning for me. I’ve learned that you can follow your artistic way with various answers about a single question. You just should defamiliarize from primary quiddity, or we try to not to capturing with its inevitable meanings.
My inspiration is the heritage that inherited from oil industry and my family memories. I’ve just pulled out these trophies from warehouses and have struggled for some years.
They became to creatures that have inherent beauty and also, once upon a time, have technical performance. Their present silence is full of past seethe. They are a form of mentioning a culture that changed with exotic instruments. They could be some portraits of people that are just looked like me!