My practice is rooted in what disappears — language, place, body, and the intimate traces they leave behind. Working with layered surfaces, muted pigments, and restrained gesture, I explore the interior landscapes shaped by migration and memory. As a child in Iran, my father read me One Thousand and One Nights every evening — not just stories, but acts of survival told in fragments, night after night. That rhythm of deferred endings, of speaking to stay alive, still echoes in my work. In my paintings, figures fade, structures fracture, and silence becomes form. What remains is not a narrative, but a residue — of a self divided, a home remembered, a love no longer there. I don’t paint what I see. I paint what slips away. فراموشم نکن (Forget me not — not as I was, but as I stayed in the spaces you never speak of.)
