As a child, I saw life in many lifeless objects. I imagined a garment desperate to be worn so that it could go out, or a cassette desperate to be played so that it could sing out loud. As the fan purred in the heat of summer afternoons while everyone else was napping, I would stay awake and listen to it expressing itself together with all the other objects in the room. I would imagine the telephone shouting: “Ring me!”, the radio begging: “Play me!” and the camera calling out: “Come on, give us a smile!” The crazy thing is I still hear them speak to me and its always in Farsi (Persian).

Freedom speaking objects (2011)

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2006 (I)