The wind has blown from the East, Photography, Florida Museum of Photographic Arts, 2017

I really wanted to capture the symbiotic relationship that all humans have with nature. For Iranians a garden represents the very essence of life. Gol, flowers and plant life, has been a symbolic motif found in many folkloric stories, Ghazals-A kind of Peot in farsi, paintings and also in Nowruz, The Persian New Year. Anahita, the Goddess of water and fertility, is a deity that I also thought about since I am from Ahwaz, Iran. Since rain is rare it is also revered as life. Ahwaz is a dry region and gardening outdoors is limited in that terrain. Inside, since it was cool we used Goldoon (flower pots) to stagger plant life side by side to create our own unique Golkhooneh or home garden.

For this series I would imagine my audience to be those who love nature and a mixture of immigrants from Middle Eastern descent (especially Iranians). For many Persians the soil of our country cannot be separated from our souls. However, all artists aim to create work that has universal appeal.

When I start any project I first begin with photography as the main architectural apparatus. I also love to work with found art. In one photograph my hair is covering my face, as if the wind has blown from the East. The pot that I am holding in my hands was encountered atop of some stairs. It was an oddity, however, as a photographer I am well trained to notice the unusual in everyday life and use it as art.

In my artistic practice I try to work through many layers of my own life to uncover the subconscious. Gol-Khoone consists Gol and Khoone which means flower and home and both together express indoor-homegarden represents Vatan-(the epitome of homeland in Farsi). In the confessional style poets often use their own personal stories and traumas to engage their audience. At the time that I was putting together this series I wasn’t sure why I was so sad but as I was editing my work I was also leaving Iran. I had taken the pictures of these plants separately and I realized that it was also true to my own experience: I was uprooted from my homeland. The plant is part of me-because it represents my familial bonds and childhood, however, it is also forever separated as well. 

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