I was born in Tehran in 1986, six years after Iran's Islamic Revolution exactly. The picture I have in my mind about Tehran and its dwellers is totally different from what my parents have. That is because what my parents saw in this city along with its places in their youth now either vanished or converted to other places, while what I and those of my age experienced in this city is conspicuously intangible and incomprehensible for my parents and the previous generations, lived long before us.

These paintings are about the absence; the absence of homes and past lives. I have painted the homes in which past generations, lived. The old houses have been demolished daily to be replaced by new ones to fit the hectic contemporary life of the new generation. They are all about the glorious moment between death and life, a beauty that comes from silence and loss.