On Trees and Snow
I have been exploring what has always been a source of fascination to me. I have always had a love affair with trees. My childhood was spent under a green canopy of intertwined treetops, shiny under the summer sun. As children with my brothers and cousins, we explored the shady gardens of our youth, where we played at endless games of hide-and-go-seek among the plane trees.
Two years ago, I began my tree series to understand this fascination. Two years into this experiment, I have only discovered I am still bewitched by the mystery of these natural sculptures. My goal in the end is to convey the emotion that trees evoke in me. My Iranian background may explain this fascination. Iranians have a poetic relationship with gardens. Trees figure prominently in Persian literature, art, and even day-to-day lives.
Our relationship to light and shade and our deep appreciation of sights and sounds of a garden are of a people who, over the centuries, have worked hard to create Persian gardens of delight in a ruthlessly hostile climate of the desert.