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Patchwork
Allahyar
Najafi
April
2014
The
story
that you
narrate
is
similar
to
installing
colored
glass on
the
windows
of your
house.
Whatever
is out
there,
whatever
is
moving,
you get
to see
the
colored
glass
and the
darker
or
lighter
shadows
behind
them.
The
story
that you
tell is
not
about
the
depth of
life,
it’s a
recounting
of
passage
of life.
Your
story is
a
patchwork
of
sub-stories,
petty
stories
that not
a lot of
people
care to
tell.
The two
and half
dimensional
imagery
that are
sold at
the
corner
of the
streets
tell
their
own tale
as well.
One
winks,
the
other
ones
jumps
from the
wolf to
tiger
and
tiger to
eagle,
another
shows
the
depth of
forest.
The
final
image is
similar
to what
you get
to see
behind
your
colored
windows.
You see
“what”
you want
to see.
And
there is
no
particular
reason
for it.
And it’s
not even
necessary
to
explain
it. It’s
your
story,
the wink
of the
other,
or the
story of
another
one. A
patchwork
which is
just
like
life.
Each
part
exists
for a
reason.
Very
much
like a
fly that
flutters
to
leave,
but gets
to
change
the air
around
us and
it
doesn’t
even
know it.
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