This is Fatemeh. I do think about being and existing…
Death live with and beside me every moment I breathe and every day added to my past and a blur future that may expect me.
I have started painting the time I was surrounded by anxiety and thinking death. It seemed I was trying to reclaim my missing peace in the eyes of the portraits.
I paint to prove myself I exist. Now death turned into something different to me.It is like a gene who is always by my side and recalls me my being and living…