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A love letter to fellow children of diaspora. Original illustration & lettering featuring my favorite Persian flavors -Rose, Saffron (crocus flowers) & Pomegranate- which never fail to transport me to my childhood...Huge Persian family dinners at my FarahJoon's tiny townhouse, her humble diningroom table laden with fluffy piles of rice topped with saffron, pomegranate-walnut stew (fesenjan) and rose-saffron icecream (bastani).
Scents, flavors, foods, agriculture...these are the language of peoples' culture. My ancestors surround me in the curlings wisps of steam as i take the lid off a pot of rice, I hear the songs my Aunt Kita taught me to dance to in the gentle grinding of the mortar & pestle as i turn delicate saffron threads into powder...i have never been to my Father's homeland -Iran- but I, like these plants, have roots in the soil of that land. Far beneath bastardizing religion into politics, violence & global wargames...the culture of a people & their roots run deep.
Gold print on black canvas, wood & gold toned hanging hardware. Screenprinted by my parter, handsewn on my mom's 1930's Singer sewing machine. 11x12.5" (not including chain or fringe/tassels)
A love letter to fellow children of diaspora. Original illustration & lettering featuring my favorite Persian flavors -Rose, Saffron (crocus flowers) & Pomegranate- which never fail to transport me to my childhood...Huge Persian family dinners at my FarahJoon's tiny townhouse, her humble diningroom table laden with fluffy piles of rice topped with saffron, pomegranate-walnut stew (fesenjan) and rose-saffron icecream (bastani).
Scents, flavors, foods, agriculture...these are the language of peoples' culture. My ancestors surround me in the curlings wisps of steam as i take the lid off a pot of rice, I hear the songs my Aunt Kita taught me to dance to in the gentle grinding of the mortar & pestle as i turn delicate saffron threads into powder...i have never been to my Father's homeland -Iran- but I, like these plants, have roots in the soil of that land. Far beneath bastardizing religion into politics, violence & global wargames...the culture of a people & their roots run deep.
Gold print on black canvas, wood & gold toned hanging hardware. Screenprinted by my parter, handsewn on my mom's 1930's Singer sewing machine. 11x12.5" (not including chain or fringe/tassels)
A love letter to fellow children of diaspora. Original illustration & lettering featuring my favorite Persian flavors -Rose, Saffron (crocus flowers) & Pomegranate- which never fail to transport me to my childhood...Huge Persian family dinners at my FarahJoon's tiny townhouse, her humble diningroom table laden with fluffy piles of rice topped with saffron, pomegranate-walnut stew (fesenjan) and rose-saffron icecream (bastani).
Scents, flavors, foods, agriculture...these are the language of peoples' culture. My ancestors surround me in the curlings wisps of steam as i take the lid off a pot of rice, I hear the songs my Aunt Kita taught me to dance to in the gentle grinding of the mortar & pestle as i turn delicate saffron threads into powder...i have never been to my Father's homeland -Iran- but I, like these plants, have roots in the soil of that land. Far beneath bastardizing religion into politics, violence & global wargames...the culture of a people & their roots run deep.
Gold print on black canvas, wood & gold toned hanging hardware. Screenprinted by my parter, handsewn on my mom's 1930's Singer sewing machine. 11x12.5" (not including chain or fringe/tassels)