Shirin Jabalameli ,Born 1967, Tehran, Iran
“Being a woman is a terribly difficult task but I love being a woman. I am strong enough to discover a new color from each difficulty and begin again with a greater smile and bolder colors!”
Shirin Jabalameli :
“The right ways and detours emerged. I ran both of them. Sometimes I arrived and sometimes I returned. And now this is who I am. But not the one that should be. I’ve just got an empty saddlebag, a pen and a brush that sometimes turn soft or sharp on any surface. No plan, no flashlight. But the sun is there. Sometimes the stars, clouds and crows as well. In a way that I die frequently and am born again by giving a piece of my soul to a paper, a canvas or even a leaf.
If someone asks: What’s supposed to happen? I would say: My message has hidden in each color I paint or in each word I write. The one who should see, will see and the one who should read, will read. And if someone asks: Where is the end of this way? I would say: I don’t know! Like everyone else I’m not able to know. But if someone asks: What will happen in the last day? I would say: In that day, I will fly with my usual smile, a revamped and stitched body and soul while hugging a geranium flower. Simply know that until that last day I have smiled into each wound that life has carved in the deepest layer of my soul. I’ve stood strong, have never bowed down and have said “No” to any difficulty trying to hold me down.
My paintings and writings will remain as my only heritage after me on earth and a message of connecting love, peace, hope, humanity and freedom has been sealed on each of them. In short: I live life for love and art.”