Farah Soltani "Nowadays we are surrounded by codes, digits, and numbers; it seems that we have countless possibilities and ideas," writes  Farah"Uncontrollable and exposed to unlimited plans and opportunities, our mind is continuously manipulated; not only every day but even every second of our lives. Aware or unaware, the dimensions of the world have transformed our emotions and circumstances, as if we have been molded by the content. And senselessly ramble about our values, not knowing that there are things in the world that cannot be measured." Farah Soltani was born in Tehran and received a high school diploma in graphic arts from Saba vocational college in Tehran. After finishing high school, she went to study abroad in the UK. Upon returning home, she continued her studies at Beheshti University and received a degree in interior decoration. Love of art eventually drew her to the American University in Dubai (AUD) where she graduated Cum Laude in Studio Arts. Farah has been very active from the beginning and has had numerous exhibitions both locally and internationally. She currently lives and works in Tehran.

 

Moein Shafei Qajar Era was a period full of historical events and ups and downs associated with an abundance of stories. A very long epoch that most of its events have still been paled and even lost through time. This period made of various tales and stories is a good chance for the creation of works that shall be strongly influenced by imagination. In the exhibition of “The Favorites of The Mirror Room”, has been curated to create a surreal space full of illusion based on a Qajar story. The works have been created with a variety of media including painting, illustration, and collage.  This collection is meant to approach a world which half of it being realities of history and the other half, an imagination born from visual arts. "At that time winter sunlight was dim. It was snowing in Tehran from the morning to the night; although, people of the city have come to watch the wedding. That night the new bride was in a chariot on the way to the palace. People of the town were all eyes watching in the cold weather and cursed the wedding with their eyes. The ceremony should have last seven days, but it turned to a funeral before the sixth day, and people got sick of the cold weather. The bride passed away and lost among the mirrors of the mirror room. The prince new groom did not know that if he provided bread and water to its people during the famine, they would not curse the wedding now. Now it was the prince, the dead body of the bride and a room of mirrors. He could see a beautiful bride in every mirror, but he never had the bride. The prince had always had this sense of regret.