When we lose someone dear, something happens in our realm of perception: a light goes off or a space become inaccessible to us. It is as if a street or a neighborhood suddenly vanishes from our living environment. The deceased person rubbed a part of our world of its identity as we watch his or her face fading away in our minds and our worlds, while his or her breath of live lingers on in the space. We cannot possibly escape from the life that penetrates objects and places. The relentless commute of darkness in the memory as it bleeds through our lives is a scar that changes the very fabric of our lives.
Arezou Shahdadi (b. 1976, Tehran, Iran) has a BA in Graphic Design. Her works have been included in several group exhibitions. She lives and works in Tehran.