Title: Sunrise Curtain

Category: Artwork

Date: 2015

Dimension: 1.5 x 1.5 meters

Material: Sequins Sewing on camouflage cloth

Edition: Unique

Cooperation with Samira Davarfara

The war crossed the threshold of our home. The bullet teamed up with the wall to shape cracks and the mortar chose the window as a point of entry. The bomb hunkered down in the living room and mine was planted in the garden. The missile besides the kitchen table is waiting for fodder and the mystery under the bed is a fresh corpse.

The bed is the tank driver’s stop and the hangers for the washed clothes are the shackles for captives. Mother’s eyeliner container is the musket pouch and dad’s snuffbox is a gunpowder flask. My sister’s scarf is the bandage for the wound and my brother’s shirt covers the injured.

The drapes are explosive traps and the lamps are night vision cameras. The home has been conquered by war and has altered life so much that throwing bread crumbs on the porch is not a show of compassion for birds, but an announcement of a stand against the enemies. When cities change sides at war and the citizens are the only defenders, houses inevitably become the command centers and the observation posts of snipers.

The sounds of children playing in the street is a concern for the mother at the window and the return of the father in the evening to the family are all as if exile in the labor camp, where the names of citizens and neighbors are all refugee.

In this upside-down world, the concept of regular compassion in life is in tatters and the state of objects in fragments. The pillow is no longer the place for the head to slumber, but a trench for placing the gun muzzle.

The house is the goal to conquer. There is no difference if the home is the front to friend or enemy when the dwellers of the home cannot gather to partake in freshly boiled, hot soup. The pot of war seethes all equally.

In the past, when the war ended at home, peace began. Today, the war begins for the house and ends in it. Peace is only a concept on paper, in the hands of the politicians. The victim of a war, whose battleground is the streets of a city, is the life that becomes absent from the house. War becomes synonymous with life and the ruin and violence knock on the door of every abode and dwelling.

Hojjat Zarei

When the war ends, missiles which remain in crumbling houses are used as a tool to take life and this becomes a fact of life for many people.

In this context, women who have an essential role in giving life, become less important. We want to show this exceptional and amazing role of women in our conceptual artwork. By using needles and gold string in the artwork we show that the cycle (spirit of life) never stops and continues endlessly.