Iran is my home, I need to come back.
“to the silent reminiscences”
To celebrate 2018, I came to Palawan, one of the most beautiful islands in the Philippines, with my canvas, notebook, and paints. Every day, I did painting on the beach, in the mountain, on a boat, on the motorbike, wherever I went, whatever touched my heart.
In Shwedagon Pagoda, I was sitting in the corner to draw the big Pagoda from 4 pm to 8 pm, sometimes an old monk with a little monk stood there to look at me drawing, sometimes a few young lady who cleaned the leaves sat behind me watching me drawing , sometimes some tourist with SLR cameras took photos when I was drawing, but most of the time, it’s the little ants staying with me.
This is the way how I deal with the world and get my inner peace.
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.