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Behold the star galloping after the beast like melted gold dipping on tar.

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.

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.

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