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Absence and Presence I– Day Time, Oil on canvas- 37″ X 25″

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A new chapter begins. A new life is growing inside

A new chapter begins.
A new life is growing inside me.
I am making life again.
But you are far gone now, and it’s the quiet horror of being alive.
People die—even the ones we love the most.
At any moment. Even now.

And still, I keep making myself fragile by choosing more life,
more love, more living.

There must be a way to make peace with this cycle of life and death—
to accept that we are only small pieces of a much larger circle.
You and I, my baby, my love—we come, we smile, we hold each other’s hands,
and then… we disappear.

There must be a way to accept this.
And here, as I make marks in this painting, I’m searching for it.

#NewChapter #LifeAndDeath #MakingLife #GriefAndLove #MotherhoodArt #PregnancyJourney #ArtAndEmotion #ContemporaryArt #ImmigrantArtist #IranianArtist #PaintingAsProcess #HealingThroughArt #PersonalNarrative #VulnerabilityInArt

Happy Mother’s Day🩵 #motherhood #mothersday

Happy Mother’s Day🩵
#motherhood #mothersday

فردوس Ferdous / Paradise The place where all

فردوس Ferdous / Paradise

The place where all Goddesses are from.
You are that, and I am too.
A sanctuary we create for our offspring,
A safe zone woven from our very being.
How wondrous it is to give birth,
To bring forth life,
To craft a living soul from our own.
Our bodies, their haven.
We nourish, we protect.
They are safe in there—only in there.
Or perhaps it is us who feel safe
When they are within.
Life is greater than our love for them,
Greater than our wombs,
Greater even than the Ferdous we create.
Life, with its relentless cycles,
Consumes us whole.
We turn away,
We wish to forget.
But in my dreams, there will always be a place,
A Ferdous like the one I created for you.
A place for us to live forever.
We wish.

#paradise #ferdous #فردوس #motherhood #lifeline #چهارباغ #painting #jerseycityart #jerseycityartist #creativeprocess #manacontemporary

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

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