Charden s Nitghtmare october 2014

Charden s Nitghtmare october 2014

A cage full of words of heart, a framework
But unlimited,
In this busy world and the noisy routines, how enjoyable is simple thinking and simple talking.
Turning in all this meaningful frippery (odds and ends) and shouting Oh from heart with these, outside the world of Humans and figures
 


About Artists : sepideh Nejadsatari

  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
  • Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm
    Oil on canvas , 100 * 100 cm

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How much it is fun to put your words of heart in the showcase, correct its composition, make its model, then paint it and when it is finished, nailed it to the wall.
Like an old niche,
That is full of memorabilia….
It was the French Chardin’s painting style, in the kitchen
Between still life of fruit and bubbles
Filled cells…
Empty cells…
There are things there that should not be and things those are not there and missed. 
The zero point of my life was started from a very busy place, when a tumble ball from the top of a high felled down to the ground, and i and my generation started running.
My childhood passed with red and white resonant voice of the alarm and in our overcrowded school break.
When at the time bomb in war i and my sister were trying to make some toys from our mother’s old Journal in the basement of our house to spend our childhood creatively.
We blow our dream pinwheels; we feared they would have stopped, over and over…
We grew up and surprisingly things did not go well as we expected.
Our fairy Prince and Cinderella fairy did not happen.
We hit somewhere and we became something between traditional and modernity.
Regularly we were swing around and twist and our pinwheels turn.