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Like anyone else, I was born in front of a dusty, little
mirror that I have seen how I have been living my life,
in it.
First image: How I became an artist,
It is related to the time that our street was asphalted
for the first time, so boring and clean. To know the
exact date, please contact section NO 8 at city hall of
Tehran.
Imagine a wandering boy, drawing pictures on this
asphalted pavement, and describing to other kids along
with exciting stories.
Second image is adolescence,
Like any body in these years, I grew up, I got a tough
voice,…
But … how it related to cartoon, as an art… because, I
also drew cartoons…
These cartoons which were drawn on papers did not make
flying dust – like drawing on pavement- to set on the
mirror reflecting my living.
Later image is the first youth,
A man who always falling in love with beauties, studied
architecture and published Art-works, so called black
humor and sat up exhibitions. He became famous and … was
melted in the flames of fire of revolution…
The next image is the second youth,
A graduated with a master degree in architectural
engineering…
An skilful expert along side with a frozen artist who
travelled to the U.S.A for years and returned to Iran.
The last image is the second childhood,
A conventional matchmaking and later, a full of passion
and love with Mariam that was another birth-day for me…
A blind point that grew and became a perfect gentleman.
For time-being my cartoons walk and talk in my mind.
Now, you can call them, illustrated surrealist black
humor, a reflection of my first childhood… I suppose, I
am writing my cartoons. |
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