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Solmaz
Nabati
At
the
time
when
the
legacy
of
human
civilizations
is
withering
like
a
small
and
fragile
flower,
art’s
language
cries
inadvertently
its
silent
wails
to
echo
the
fading
universal
power
and
the
unrivalled
grandeur
of
its
achievements.
An
idea
rooted
in
my
mind
and
my
attention
was
drawn
to
the
mechanization
of
the
world.
It
is
such
a
huge
wave
that
is
gradually
devouring
humanity,
destroying
the
natural
order
of
the
civilization
we
have
been
born
into
and
demolishing
expeditiously
and
cunningly
the
order
of
our
social
life
which
has
been
the
result
of
our
ancestors’
genius.
Our
life
is
washed
down
by a
mechanized
society
which
forces
us
to
continue
this
sinister
occurrence
under
the
alias
of
living
a
human
life
and
consequently,
a
lethal
lethargy
enslaves
us.
This
changes
human
beings
into
riven
screws
of a
monstrous
machine
that
approach
day
and
day
their
final
epic
demise.
Clothes
and
fashion
designers
who
have
tried
nobly
hard
to
clad
us
gracefully
and/or
the
dainty
art
of
our
blacksmith,
carpenter
and
architect
forefathers
are
watching
their
own
annihilation
among
the
cruel
cogs
of
today’s
mechanized
civilization.
It
is
my
special
stance
on
and
protest
against
the
tenor
of
being
changed
into
ferrous
cogs
of a
machinery
life
without
any
hopes
of
salvation
and
wearing
our
humane
masks
every
morning
to
start
a
new
vicious
circle
and
being
repeated
in
its
course
without
any
attempts
for
stopping
its
viciousness
and
saving
our
souls
from
among
those
iron
cogs
that
pushed
me
to
run
the
current
gallery.
I
hope
the
labors
of
and
the
empathy
between
artists
and
intellectuals
and
the
wordless
language
of
painting
would
be a
small
step
towards
the
revitalization
of
social
and
artistic
emblems
of
the
human
society.
Written
by:
Solmaz
Nabati
(Summer
2015)
Translated
by:
Azadeh
Feridounpour
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