Fereshteh Shadi

Enormous mourning, enormous solitude

There is no need for the language of the image to use words. The silent arts are the interpretation of human shouts and whispers. I have always thought with myself that writing about the silent arts, particularly on the cards and catalogs, would be useless. Even if you have written the most marvelous and deepest text, it will unfortunately be accompanied by some kind of slogan. Many works have become the victims of some brief and conventional – not important – texts. The artists of the silent arts or the visual arts have made all their efforts to pass over the words and literature, cross the boundaries of the theories, which have been built on words and reach beyond the meanings and meaninglessness; and free from everything, float in themselves and in the world so as to continue living in the audience’s mind and soul.

Art is not necessarily a reflection or the result of something that the artist wants to convey, rather, it has its own statement, even far away and at times, in long distances from the creator of the artwork, hence it can connect itself to life and time, and thus, it can survive. Accordingly, anything we may write about such works would close the mutual understanding and insightful interrelation between art and audience. It is better therefore, to let the artworks of this exhibition, which illustrate the effort, discovery and intuition of the “angle of joy”, pass over the words. And take us along with great pains, agonies and grave solitude of femininity and “womanhood” to the deep mourning and praise. Strolling around the images is better than conversing with my words.

Hiva Masih