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Shahin Ghasemi-Athena Akhavan

For several years our minds and spirits have 
been overwhelmed by continuous presence in the atmosphere of a print house and being surrounded by volumes of papers and paints, and being metamorphosed by the magic of rhythm and order. A little creativity and thought and artistic views helped us to see this space and pure elements with another views. Each one of us began to play in a separate way with these unique forms, sections and textures produced by continuous and discontinuous volumes of papers. They constituted the main foundation to create new pure works which have not been made by any artists yet, because these works are jointly constructed by our spirits during years of friendship with paper, pen, love and joint works. This made us to compound anything we had already learned about arts, construction and philosophy of arts, and to mix it with a joint spirit and knowledge, a little relish of love and partnership, to spend a little from the feed bag of fanaticism and selfishness, in order to create joint works with partnership in all aspects. Using bronze with recycled paper, was an excuse for these ungracious papers to outshine, get valued and to be noticed! Being noticed not regarding to tree being and living but because of the obligation to the dignity, stability and glaze of bronze.

Fragility of paper seated next to solidity of bronze! 

Losing colors alongside of dignity and glaze!

Simplicity of layers along the complication of nuts and bolts.

This collection is a combination of many years of friendship with paper, pen, love and partnership, all of which are presented in whole to our honorable master Mr. Parviz Tanavoli

 


 

Farzaneh Omidvarnia

Whether it is bread or fuel or voting queue, Iranians consider a queue for something as a sign of its importance, quality, or expediency. It seems as if queues are part and parcel of any procedure or movement. There seems to be a mutual connection to queues; where there is no queue to squeeze ourselves in, we just pass by where we should have hesitated and observed.
Queues are made up of people or made by bureaus. Deductions, subsidies, traffic, dearth, or just enticing others to file in; these are the reasons queues profligate. Sometimes, to make ourselves distinct from the pack, we just walk out of a queue; but even when we forebear and pace on to the fore, we have traded part of our life, energy, and nerve for what we achieved by waiting for our turn. Queues bite away part of our life each time we join them to grab a bite.
The maker of these fabric sculptures tries to depict individuals who spent a lifetime promoting the art and culture of their homeland and, instead of enjoying a retirement, were retired to queues where they would wait out the remainder of their lives in waiting for sundries of a livelihood.

 

 

  
   
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