How long must the women of my land sing a lullaby for Iran?
A land of poetry turned into blood.
America at night, Iran in the morning.
America in the morning, Iran at night.
And I, caught between time and memories,
My hair tied to the wind, rain, and soil…
I will free you with my hair.
In the face of oppression, the women of my homeland have turned their bodies into weapons of resistance. For three years, they have bravely defied a regime that seeks to silence them, transforming their bodies and voices into symbols of defiance.
This sculpture, The Land of Poetry Turned to Blood, embodies the fragile yet powerful nature of their struggle. The boat, carrying the hair and voices of Iranian women, symbolizes their strength and resistance. Hair, a symbol of identity and autonomy, becomes an act of defiance, entwined with the wind, rain, and soil, representing both trauma and resilience.
At the core of this work is the fear of an oppressive regime threatened by the growing power of these women. Despite the risks, they persist, with their courage growing stronger in the face of terror. Fear becomes a catalyst for resistance, shaping both the art and the movement.
This ceramic piece is inscribed with my personal poetry in Farsi, written in glaze.
