Performance 4

The collection “I am a land” was formed in 2016 just before the presidential election in Iran, I think in the verses of the book of heaven that they swear by words.
I wrote my dreams for my country for thoughtful words in the world.
In my poems, I wrote and performed about Love, Childhood, and Peace, and without selling tickets in a gallery, I went to a city outside of Tehran, because I believe I can not exchange any of my artwork for money.
Because my thoughts are not shaped by money.
I did not earn money without a father, without a homeland, without a family.
No amount of money can make up for ten years of loneliness and depression in me and my thoughts.
Other than acting as, be should doing work for money to get to my workshop and classes to create new performances ,So my job is acting and waitress in a restaurant.
With my performance ” I Am A land ”, was agreed on election day, but I refused.
I was not looking for myself in the midst of events and choices. I was never following violent aggression and criticism from the margins.
The performance “I am a land” was posted on an audience page on Instagram and 24,000 people saw it. It was not even important for me to know that this is my job.
I wrote and created the work. Just repeating excerpts from my poem by the audience was enough and I was happy that people see the most heard
_I measure my country
with your nights!
with your words!
After making this performance, after six months work on it I had no money and I was no longer in the restaurant. So I had to make money. To give a loan, I went to the street and also, I wore a red bow tie around my neck with bang hair style, I bought 54 or more branches of the rose. I started selling flowers on one of the streets of Tehran (Kamraniyeh crossroad). I used to read news on the night when I reached the house, and two prisoners went on hunger strike.
I just asked people for love and prayer for the political prisoner .
The day after was the third night I was going to go to the same place, and this time the government people saw me, but everything went well. They were in prison for whatever reason, and I just wanted to wish them well.
Their names are Arash Abbasi and Golrokh Aryaei.

When do we set aside borders and embrace nature with our own hands?

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I measure my country with you every day

With your nights

Your words

In the farthest place of my time

I read you

Somewhere between the crowded alleys

Without knowing where I am standing, the bar lights are filled with the shadows of men and women

Who are dancing

And the glass is a strange reflection

On wet streets

I’m so scared that when I step on the street, the glass shatters under my feet

I, measure my country with you every day

With your nights

Your words

Which pushes back the loud music of the nightclub

The cold of these nights makes rain umbrellas more beautiful than your tongue

I will no longer take refuge in it for fear of rain

I remove the sweater from the hanger

I go to the streets

And

All voices, your voice

Dancing under the light of cafes

Somewhere between dark alleys and empty beer glasses

Poetry gets in you

In Your Shadow

I measure my country with you every day

Your nights

Your words

I get up in the morning

And

I will be ready with you for another night

Performing “Innocent” at Art Center in Tehran-2018

Innocent performance is Designed with sculptures of Hadi Nikan.
This performance is related to children and abortions.

The collection of ” I Am A Land”  was formed in 2016 just before the presidential elections in Iran, I think in the verses of the book of heaven that they swear by words.
I wrote my dreams for my country for reflective words in the world.
In my poems I wrote love, children and peace, and made it a performance and I went to a city outside of Tehran in a gallery without selling a ticket because I believe that I can not swap any of my artwork.
Because my thoughts with money Not formed.
No money was made without father without a homeland without a family.
No amount can be ten years of loneliness and I will buy my thoughts.
Other than acting as if I’m doing it for money to get to my workshop and classes to create new performances .. My job is acting and waiting in a restaurant.
With my performance, my country was agreed on election day, but I refused.
I was not looking for myself in the midst of events and choices. I was never following violent aggression and criticism from the margins.
As part of my performance, I saw a country with 24,000 people on Instagram, and it was not even important for me to know.
I wrote and create the work. It was just a repeat of this audience’s statement, and I was glad that people heard and saw the most (I Take your country with you every day!
With your nights, with your tales)
After making me,a country after six months I had no money and I was no longer in the restaurant. So I had to make money. To give a loan, I went to the street, I made a red bow and a beautiful umbrella, I bought 54 or more branches of the rose. I started selling flowers on one of the streets of Tehran (Kamraniyeh crossroad). I used to read news on the night when I reached the house, and two prisoners went on hunger strike.
I went to the store the day after I went to the same store and sold flowers. This time I did not just ask for the buyer to wish and pray for the prisoner to stop the hunger strike. I just asked people for love and prayer for the people.
The day after was the third night I was going to go to the same request again, and this time only the non-citizens of the state were seeing me, He was in prison for whatever reason, and I just wanted to wish him well.

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When do we set aside borders and embrace the invasion with the nature of our hands?

I measure my country with you every day

With your nights

Your words

In the farthest place of my time

I read you

Somewhere between the crowded alleys

Without knowing where I am standing, the bar lights are filled with the shadows of men and women

Who are dancing

And the glass is a strange reflection

On wet streets

I’m so scared that when I step on the street, the glass shatters under my feet

I, measure my country with you every day

With your nights

Your words

Which pushes back the loud music of the nightclub

The cold of these nights makes rain umbrellas more beautiful than your tongue

I will no longer take refuge in it for fear of rain

I remove the sweater from the hanger

I go to the streets

And

All voices, your voice

Dancing under the light of cafes

Somewhere between dark alleys and empty beer glasses

Poetry gets in you

In Your Shadow

I measure my country with you every day

Your nights

Your words

I get up in the morning

And

I will be ready with you for another night