My Persian Princess told me, no, I come from a different place, where every bird and rose, every mermaid and lion would celebrate kindness, integrity, courage, persistence, and love.
They call it FAIRYTALES.
My Persian Princess told me, no, I come from a different place, where every bird and rose, every mermaid and lion would celebrate kindness, integrity, courage, persistence, and love.
They call it FAIRYTALES.
That was the second month in Iran, one day I took a taxi from the North to the South, when I looked out the window, I saw a Persian Princess in black chador flying over the snow mountain and yellow building towards me. When we started each other, I knew that she will be with me for my whole life.
I was living in Iran for one year, in Tehran, on the snow mountain. That was the year 1395, in Persian Calendar. During the Persian New Year holiday, I took a notebook and several markers and started my first painting trip, from Tehran, to Anzali, Isfahan, Naein and Shiraz.