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سکوت، دسته گلی بود پرندهی باد، یداله رویائی .
ميان حنجرهی من
ترانهی ساحل
نسيم بوسهی من بود و پلک باز تو بود.
بر آب ها پرندهی باد،
ميان لانهی صدها صدا پريشان بود.
بر آب ها ،
پرنده بی طاقت بود.
صدای تندر خيس،
و نور، نورِ ترِ آذرخش،
در آب، آيينه ای ساخت
که قاب روشنی از شعله های دريا داشت.
نسيم بوسه و
پلک تو و
شدند آتش و دود
ميان حنجرهی من،
سکوت، دسته گلی بود
Artist Statement
I work mostly in Acrylic and mixed media. Lately I am experimenting with collage, composing sharp cutting lines with certain objects, figures, or just colored parts of magazines over a plain background. My intention is to add a surreal edge to my collages. I like to consider each work of mine as an echo- a paradoxical persuasion that haunts me internally. Any type of questions that intrigues my thoughts waves are accumulated in subtle layers of ideas. I express the ongoing energy and dialogue that revolves around me in every day life. While creating collages, I consider the evoked memories and emotions I have been feeling over the years.
Faranak Esfahani
Akbar Fazli Panah is an Iranian sculptor who started his metal artworks in Tehran's side walks five years ago!
His works with his words, click here
A confusion sounds, an uncertain clarity.
Another day begins.
It is a room, half-lit,
and two bodies stretched out.
In my head I am lost
on a plain with no one.
The hours sharpen their blades.
But at my side, you are breathing;
buried deep, and remote,
you flow without moving.
Unreachable as I think of you,
touching you with my eyes,
watching you with my hands.
Dreams divide
and blood unites us:
we are a river of pulsebeats.
Under your eyelids the seed
of the sun ripens.
The world
is still not real;
time wonders:
all that is certain
is the heat of your skin.
In your breath I hear
the tide of being,
the forgotten syllable of the Beginning.
Octavio Paz
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