“…When someone sits in the middle of a rocket attack and only paints flowers, one might think that the war has had a strong effect on them. In reality, however, this person is searching for something that doesn’t exist – they are moving within a contradiction.”Bahram Dabiri, Iranian painter
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Pooyesh Frozandeh: Saving Flowers
Pooyesh Frozandeh: Saving Flowers
Pooyesh Frozandeh: Saving Flowers
Pooyesh Frozandeh: Saving Flowers
On the ruins, where the boundaries of things are crossed and intertwined, and where all their former definitions are nullified; where these mutilated remnants become a collective graveyard in solidarity with one another; where blue has turned yellow, green has become brown, and gray red — there stands a vase filled with many fresh, vividly colored flowers. They are there to camouflage the ruins. They are there to prevent the destruction of the eye. They are there to deny this plundering of life.
How does a person perceive this absurd collage? How does this distorted narrative manifest through their body?
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January 2026
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