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I had a special guest last night at the opening of

I had a special guest last night at the opening of “Mana Now Exhibition” @artgotham 😊🩵#babyniko
Thanks to the gallery director, our curator @qinza1 and all the great artists of @manacontemporary

@annetrauben
@Cmmgross
@denizeyuboglu.art
@ericarosey
@hadieh.afshani
@jaouad.bentama
@jean_wolff_art
@jodigerbi
@kittybootsstylist
@leandrocomrie
@LisaLackeyArtist
@mjking.art
@osmelianais
@buffaloroaming
@stef.duffy
@khodakova_art

I’m excited to be exhibiting two pieces alongsid

I’m excited to be exhibiting two pieces alongside fellow Mana artists at @artgotham in the East Village. The opening reception is on Thursday, April 10th at 6 PM. Hope to see you there!🩵
Thanks to the curator of the show, @qinza1 🙏🏻

#painting #visualart #groupartshow #manacontemporary #eastvillagenyc

Toward the deep blue. .#workinprogress #blue #dee

Toward the deep blue.

.#workinprogress #blue #deepblue #creativeprocess #studioartist

Trying new ways..#workinprogress Togetherness I

Trying new ways..#workinprogress

Togetherness
I hold onto the story of us,
stitched together with shared blood,
meals and laughters at the same table.

scribbles on the same school bench.

You and I—weren’t we meant to last?
I held on too long,
like gripping the edge of a dream.

But we grew,
and the table was already broken.
Had it always been?
Why didn’t I see?
The room is empty now.

Is it time to stand?
to walk away..

March 11,25

#workinprogress
#painting #jerseycityart #motherhood #grief #lifecycle #new chapter

A New Chapter A new tide rises, carrying life wit

A New Chapter

A new tide rises,
carrying life within me—
a whisper of existence blooming in the dark.

Once, I held you in my hands.
Now, you are dust on the wind,
a name the air barely remembers.
This is the horror of being alive.

People vanish—
even those we have woven into our souls.
At any moment,
a breath, then silence.

Yet, I keep tethering myself to life,
fragile threads spun from love,
knowing they, too, will unravel.

There must be a way
to make peace with the tide that pulls us in,
then scatters us like fallen leaves.

You, I, my child, my love—
all tiny echoes in the vast, turning wheel.
We arrive, we touch, we fade.

And so, I search for meaning,
layer by layer,
in the strokes of my paintings

Feb2025

#workinprogress
#painting #jerseycityart #motherhood #grief #lifecycle #new chapter

Love is the only real thing—the one force that t

Love is the only real thing—the one force that truly moves us.
We feel it more deeply than anything else,
and in that feeling, we know we are alive.

Happy Valentines Day🩵

#love #loveislove #valentines

Tree of Life There must be something that connects

Tree of Life
There must be something that connects us all,
Something greater than ourselves,
Something that outlives us.
Perhaps a Tree of Life,
Where we dangle from its branches,
Waiting to be ripened, to be released.

I never fully acknowledged this body
Until it gave life to you,
Nourished you,
Held the strength to create and sustain.

This body—my body—
Makes love to a gorgeous man,
Carries me through the world,
A vessel woven with the threads
Of my ancestral history and essence.

I was ripened,
I gave life,
And it was deeply satisfying.

Feb 2025

#painting #motherhood #jerseycityartist #manacontemporary #women #womenbody #mixedmediapainting #treeoflife #

How do you portray kindness?  We live in separat

How do you portray kindness?
 We live in separate worlds, divided by invisible, unbreakable walls.
 I am the immigrant, and you remain in our hometown.

We are expanding, yet shrinking all at once.
 I am learning to understand cycles, to embrace the rhythm of beginnings and endings.

How have you been?

Jan2025

Music: Prelude in C minor
Performed by #mohamadafshani
Composed by Barrios

#painting #workinprogress #jerseycityart #jerseycityartist #manacontemporary #creativeprocess #storytelling #picturemaking #immigrantsartists #cycles #liferythm #sibilinglove

I have moved beyond the simplicity of minimalist p

I have moved beyond the simplicity of minimalist pictures. I crave more—to see more, to say more. Painting, to me, is a boundless medium, capable of unraveling entire stories, rich with detail, like an epic film unfolding on the canvas. It can echo history, embody emotions, and reveal the layers of time, characters, metaphors, and symbols.

I’m no longer content with capturing a single emotion, though that, too, has its place. My aim is far grander: to weave entire narratives, entire novels, within each painting. This is my challenge, my devotion—each brushstroke a sentence, each canvas a story waiting to be told.

#painting #workinprogress #jerseycityart #jerseycityartist #manacontemporary #creativeprocess #storytelling #picturemaking

#babyniko #motherhood #winter #snowday #familytime

#babyniko #motherhood #winter #snowday #familytime

#babyniko #2024 #happynewyear

#babyniko #2024 #happynewyear

I was born into the arms of a beautiful singer and

I was born into the arms of a beautiful singer and artist: my mother, A canvas of warmth, her voice a melody that painted my first breath. Dad was a writer, though I never knew if his words were gold or dust. He was a river—sensitive and emotional, flowing against the rigid banks of tradition. A playmate, too— The kind who would weep over a motherless puppy.
I was born to be chaos, A storm of color and noise in a world that craves order. I’ve lived a life like spilled ink, spreading across the pages, An artist since the first spark of dawn. Yet I knew that to interfere with someone else’s fate Would be like drawing on another’s canvas— A greedy brushstroke, claiming a picture not mine to make.
But then you came, Redefining my world. The creator—and the breath that gives life to all that is.
Dec 2025

#motherhood #womenartist #selfportrait #uncover #choice #painting #mixedmedia #layers #familylove #babyniko

You are from the Earth, And from the places I kno

You are from the Earth,
And from the places I know,
Made of the people I loved.

You are from the desert,
Where the first bricks were shaped,
And with those bricks and tiles,
The paradises of Isfahan were created.
So make sure you eat your yogurt.

You are from Tehran,
The amazing city of wonders,
A carpet woven from all the threads
And tribes of Iran.
So make sure you eat the bread,
Baked on hot stones in the tandoor.

You are from Australia,
Where the majestic trees stand tall,
And where your mother found her wings.
So make sure you finish your seafood plate.

You are a New Yorker—
A true New Yorker,
Living in the wonderland of Jersey City,
Home to the world’s most diverse community.
You belong here,
You are a beautiful piece of this puzzle.
So make sure you dance until you shatter the world with joy.

Happy first birthday, my son. 🤍

#babyniko #firstbirthday #motherhood #painting #jerseycityartist #mixedmediaart

You were born in winter, From the places I know, M

You were born in winter,
From the places I know,
Made of the people I loved.

#home#newborn #babyniko #motherhood #painting #mixedmediaart #jerseycitynj #jerseycityart #manacontemporarynj

تولدته و نیستی .. Don’t go anywhere

تولدته و نیستی ..
Don’t go anywhere without me.
Let nothing happen in the sky apart from me,
or on the ground, in this world or that world,
without my being in its happening..

#سوگ #مولوی #rumi #بی_من_نرو #grief