Layered layers
Each layer covers the next layer to some extent.
We cover so many layers that nothing stays out of us.
Except for a mixture of tangled layers,
there is nothing left of ink for them.
Layers take more soil every day
, and the soil becomes part of the life of the layers.
Soil that becomes less than layers
, and the only thing that remains is that
there is nothing left of ink for them.
Layers take more soil every day
, and the soil becomes part of the life of the layers.
It is the naked essence which is the whole purpose!
Written on my face:
My grief is a smile
To the lips of those brutal on the fringes of our lives,
I walk, and the passersby pass
And I’m afraid
Of myself,
Fear of bumping into unfamiliar passersby
I hope their laughter does not become tears in my heart.
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| Dimensions | 70x70x180 mm |
|---|---|
| Material | Mixed media |
| Year | 2015 |
| Description | This art work is inspired by Shirin Neshat's word and is a part of an exhibition held by Parviz Tanavoli students. |
