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"Who else among us...?" ( 2024) Single-channel video Installation, 05:19 loop, Stereo, Plexiglas, Nettle This video installation delves into the fictionalization of the landscape of oppression, focusing on the poignant narrative of the destruction of the largest textile factory in North Iran through privatization and corruption, where generations of my family worked. The factory, now reduced to ruins visible to me only through the virtual gaze of Google Earth, transforms into a platform for reimagining, as memories, dreams, and emotions intertwine with the stark reality of devastation.
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2 years ago
14 Years Later. I came across the tears, stones, stones full of tears. came across the grass, wet and scared, flattered and shiny. I bumped into the summerly skin of a belated death — a slow one. I was rehearsing this returning ritual for a decade, trying to find an accurate rhythm, a tempo without mercy — without mentioning that those who never left will never return. years rehearsed me instead. I counted backwards, missed a number. Photo @eldeuss
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Intimate vastness
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I crossed the river and was gone II
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1 year ago
I crossed the river and was gone.
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1 year ago
“Going Home” 2025 Video Installation/ Loop/ 10:00 Minutes/ Wood/ PlexiGlass/ Colour/ Sound With Lennart Deuß & Levi Hartmann "Return—for me, for you—don’t let our joy fade away. The time that passes can never be reclaimed. Oh, my beloved, I swear, wealth and riches are worthless compared to the hell of loneliness and the pain of loss." In a song by Mohammad Moshajaeel, titled Mohajer (Migrant), the Yemeni singer and oud player sings this verse, which follows me day and night. His call for return—the homecoming of the one who has left, the migrant—carries within it the awareness of its impossibility. Time, once passed, cannot be reclaimed. And with it, whatever was left behind does not remain an elastic phenomenon, waiting to be restored. The piece I am presenting is titled Going Home. The name is inspired by a composition by Alice Coltrane of the same name, whose sound I incorporate into the video. Coltrane’s piece, to me, holds a similar essence to Moshajaeel’s. It begins with the delicate sound of a harp, expands into orchestral passages, and yet always returns to the same harp arpeggios. A constant oscillation between tranquility, joy, sorrow, and melancholy. The contradiction of return—the longing for it, the impossibility of it, the illusion of it—is inscribed in this piece. It is this tension that particularly interested me while working on this video. The wooden casket that houses the screen stands as a solid body—bearing the weight of loss, a loss that resists localization. The pain cannot be contained, so it is projected onto a surface, fragmented, displayed. Perhaps to be witnessed by others. Yet even then, it remains beyond articulation. In the video, I show fragments of former racehorses—once bred for speed, now repurposed as therapy animals. They gallop, they walk, their bodies carrying traces of a past function that has faded. I attempt to shift longing onto these bodies—bodies that have been uprooted, extracted from their natural habitat, brought elsewhere, subjected to a specific function. Until they no longer do. Photos: @eldeuss
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1 year ago
Distracted or two or three things I’m dying to tell you
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1 year ago
March 23 - Georgia.
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1 year ago
What was I thinking?
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…am still …
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The reason I …
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