Through Lotus’s Eyes
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Painting Bag; A Vessel for Creative Order
When I open my painting bag, the first thing you notice is order. Not a rigid, military order, but an…
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Autumn Palette; The Color Map of an Ancient City
Imagine Chaharbagh Street in Isfahan in early November. The sun no longer carries that scorching heat of Abbasabad’s summer. Light…
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The Earthly Version of an Archetype
When I look at pottery, the lines of my fingers remain on the raw clay. My grandmother used to say,…
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The Lesson I Learned from Ilnaz: How I Traveled Without a Calendar
It was 10:20 PM. Ilnaz packed her bag without once looking inside to see what she was putting in. I,…
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6:09 AM; or the Golden Value of Silence Before Dawn
The sky is still dark. I pull the curtain aside. The first blue-gray light creeps through the window. The city…
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Why I Loathe Slogan Art
A few years ago, in a gallery, I saw a painting with a bold political statement on it. The colors…
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My Magic Excel; or How I Manage My Bills
I open the gas bill. A number. A date. An amount. That is it. No guilt, no mercy. The bill,…
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The Fine Line; or the Art of Saying No to Meaningless Commissions
Picture a painter sitting down to a commission that, from the very start, is destined to be nothing more than…
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The Line the Teacher Drew
My seventh-grade math teacher sat behind his desk, flipping through my notebook. He stopped at the page where I had…
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From Raw Clay to a Ceramic Bowl; a Journey into the Depths of Absolute Focus
Wednesdays are my pottery days. Days when I close the workshop door and let the world, with all its shopping…
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