the doors of perception Painting

1982, tehran, iran.living in france since 1984.currently residing in nice, riviera, where i have a studio. spend half the year in the far-east.painting is a life long passion for me. i had a painting brush in my hand before i could read or write. painting is the most natural way for me to express myself; it is something very much innate in me. i dont need to be in a special mood or state of mind to be inspired, in order to create. i have lacked a lot of things but have never had to look for inspiration. i dont even know really what it means to be inspired; whenever I feel like it, and that is quite often, i just get up and got to the studio to work. the feeling of sterility is something unknown to me. creating art works is the closest thing i have to be in my natural state. painting transposes me immediately to a world of great intimacy, familiarity; it is like returning to my element, a kind of returning home. my paintings are an incessant exploration of my subconscious and all things mysterious and unknown to me within and without. painting allows me to fathom the depths of my psyche, it is also a place of healing for me, but it is also here that i come close to a meditative state; by this I mean a state of total absorption, where i am totally integrated with the process unfolding before me. creating in this sense means revealing and encountering the essence of my own being, my being and in a larger sense, all beings. i never know beforehand what i am going to paint. there are no plans. its in a spontaneous movement that i project myself onto the canvas without prior visualization. its the sheer force of the blank surface that captivates and captures me. as the work progresses forms and colors begin to take shape as if slowly emerging from a primordial chaos. slowly compositions and forms begin to unfold; its the force of the unknown, the energy flow of the subconscious that manifesting itself through the creative act guides me through the work. its as if, mesmerized by the invisible, its echoes guide my steps. here we are talking of something very different to an installation; its rather an un-installation. i dont oppose the visceral element to the cerebral one, its just that in my work its the irruption of the former that gives the impetus to the elaboration of the later; there is sure a thinking process involved in the act of creating but it not one born out of conceptual reasoning and ideations.