I live in Houston, I work in Austin, my heart is in Toronto and my roots are in Tehran.​ I guess I can call myself a modern day nomad.

I was born in 1976 and raised in Tehran, the middle child of my family. My childhood is filled with pretty much good memories, hide-and-seek, running almost naked in the yard, and adopting stray cats and giving them made-up names: Jose, Shapie and Roshi. 

 

I was blessed to have an artist mom, a poetic dad and most of all a very art loving husband; I guess I learned to appreciate the beauty and paradox of life through their eyes; this became my compass to navigate the unkind social experiences, a war, finding my voice as a female resident of this planet along with unfair life happenings, the loss of my beautiful newborn child.

 

Painting is like meditation to me, healing my wounds. I like exploring the lightness of freedom in my paintings and colors, the wind, the gaze, and the gentleness.