My childhood days were spent exploring shady gardens, where the sun tried to penetrate the trees and turn the shade into fantastic bright colors. Days were spent in the wheat fields or abandoned gardens of wiled pomegranate tress. I am still bewitched by the mystery and memory of the streams, the fields or the Chenars covered in snow. I try to convey the emotion these memories evoke in my paintings. After all we are the people who over the centuries created the famous Persian garden of delight in a ruthlessly hostile climate of the desert.
Today our scenery may be gray and concrete, but I see an explosion of color in my mind’s eye. I am a believer of the Japanese Healing art of Shinrin-Yoku (taking in the forest).
Although my education has been in different artistic disciplines. I always understood the world around me as a fabulous painting, or through a camera lens or through music or shape of a word.
To me painting is only grasped if the viewer or an audience is touched by that raw feeling that cannot be contained or described. The journey overwhelms; a road full of self-doubt and wonder; but creating a thing of beauty always drives the artist.