My Story
My story
I did not choose painting first.
When I was in high school, I studied graphic design because it felt like the practical choice. It seemed like the safer path, the one that could eventually become a career.
I did not choose painting first.
When I was in high school, I studied graphic design because it felt like the practical choice. It seemed like the safer path, the one that could eventually become a career.
I did not choose painting first.
When I was in high school, I studied graphic design because it felt like the practical choice. It seemed like the safer path, the one that could eventually become a career.
I discovered the joy of observation, the challenge of drawing, and eventually the excitement of bringing a face to life on paper.
But painting kept finding its way back to me. While preparing for university entrance exams, I joined drawing classes at a small atelier. What started as preparation for an exam slowly became something much more important.
I discovered the joy of observation,
the challenge of drawing, and eventually the excitement of
bringing a face to life on paper.
But painting kept finding
its way back to me.
While preparing for university entrance exams, I joined drawing classes at a small atelier. What started as preparation for an exam slowly became something much more important.
The People I Paint…
Most of the people I paint are women.
What draws me is often a quiet presence, a silence that still speaks.
Many of my subjects are women.
Their expressions, their silence,
their presence all of these become
part of the story I want to tell.
Most of the people I paint are women. What draws me is often a quiet presence, a silence that still speaks.
I'm drawn to people I know. Small gestures, a turned gaze.
Not every face calls me. Sometimes a detail or a mood just says,
“This person belongs in a painting."
I am drawn to people I know.
Faces that feel familiar.
Faces that have lived around me long enough to become part of my visual memory. Not every face speaks to me. Sometimes it is the structure of a nose. Sometimes it is the way someone looks away when they are thinking. Sometimes it is simply a feeling that tells me,
“This person belongs in a painting."
Once, I even dreamed about a painting before it existed.
I dreamed that I was painting a friend.
The next morning, I sent her a message and asked if she would model for me. She said yes. Many of my paintings start this way not with a plan, but with a feeling.
Once, I even dreamed about a painting before it existed.
I dreamed that I was painting a friend.
The next morning, I asked a friend to sit for me. Many of my paintings start this way not with a plan, but with a feeling.
Once, I even dreamed about a painting before it existed.
I dreamed that I was painting a friend.
The next morning, I asked a friend to sit for me. Many of my paintings start this way not with a plan, but with a feeling.
When the world around me becomes quiet.
There are no schedules, no responsibilities, no noise. There is only color, brush, surface, and feeling!
When I step back and see what has appeared beneath my hands, I'm reminded why I paint.
There are no schedules,
no responsibilities, no noise.
There is only color, brush, surface,
and feeling!
When I step back and see what has appeared beneath my hands, I'm reminded why I paint.
There are no schedules, no responsibilities, no noise.
There is only color, brush, surface, and feeling!
When I step back and see what has appeared beneath my hands, I'm reminded why I paint.
Music is a big part of my process.
I often paint while listening to instrumental pieces,
a blend of traditional Persian sounds, classical, and contemporary work.
Sometimes a piece sparks an emotion I can't ignore. It pulls me to the easel, and the painting begins.
Music is a big part of this process.
I often listen to instrumental music,
A blend of traditional Persian sounds, classical music, and contemporary compositions. Sometimes a piece of music creates an emotion that grows so strong
I cannot ignore it.
It pulls me toward the easel.
I don’t feel connected to the world around me.
I feel connected to the moment I am creating.
And when I step back and look at what has appeared beneath my hands,
I am reminded why I paint.
Music is a big part of my process.
I often paint while listening to instrumental pieces, a blend of traditional Persian sounds, classical, and contemporary work. Sometimes a piece sparks an emotion I can't ignore. It pulls me to the easel, and the painting begins.
Painting begins with a portrait;
Everything else finds its place around it
Fatemeh
Painting begins with a portrait;
Everything else finds its place around it
Fatemeh
Painting begins with a portrait;
Everything else finds its place around it
Fatemeh