Touché

Recent Interview on The Road Less Traveled Radio show

2012-01-20T21:17:00.000-08:00

http://soundcloud.com/nutmegonly/interview-1

2012-01-17T22:02:00.000-08:00

2012-01-02T20:25:00.000-08:00

" Like a seashell always has a sea sense..."

2012-01-02T10:58:00.000-08:00

2011-12-04T18:45:00.000-08:00

"You live your life, as if it's real

A thousand kisses deep..."

2011-09-24T20:11:00.000-07:00

Kat; aka the girl with the sweet stick left this morning for africa, the south of it to be exact...leaving me her Marylin Monroe dress, black platfroms and... "on my desk, I've left a bag of stuff for you, nice drawing paper and a porcupine quill.." she tells me all wide eyed chewing on a piece of wood, candy wood, candy wood?
"it's the stuff they get candy from, don't you know?" I don't know any of this stuff she knows..like what tree leaves are edible, what flowers taste sweet...what noises these weird animals that only live in Africa make...that there are seven kingdoms of plants, and south africa has all of them. That there's a special breed of cats who were bred specifically to have more pads and catch more mice...they're called Hemingway cats.."oh my god!! your cat is a Hemingway cat!"
things stick out in my thoughts as do fresh memories ...like blue chips.."these are Quebec potatoes! one day i'll give you blue potatoes, blue carrots and blue..and blue..." oh fuck my memory...but I remember she said that as she blew smoke rings "I smoked for many years just to master making rings" Absolum, my blue caterpillar...picked out tomatoes and basil and chive from her own little balcony garden while she swore at squirrels and diapered her cherry tomatoes in tiny plastic bags to fool them..while she chewed on that tiny branch..candy stick..and said "a turtle walking" imitating it with her hands..."you know? it's that awkward pause in the conversation at a dinner party where everybody goes ..huuhh, it's like a turtle walking" we were trashing someone then, i recall...we were... I love her but we're no angels...and i'm jotting these details down to remember, since I believe in my greed to hold on to memories , to smells, to tastes, that out of everyone i've ever known, no one in that crowd of rush hour metro ride at the end of a boring work day, would pull out a stack of tiny old photographs and a magnifying glass with such passion and say "i can't believe these people are dead now" and go through them as if she were a Medium trying to revive their souls..and paint them later..no one collects old photographs, chews on tree branches, blows smoke rings, calls traffic lights robots, gives you blue chips and a Marylin Monroe dress and a porcupine quill and returns to Africa..just like that
it's....

it's just that I believe some people should be written down, should be learned and then recited…

2011-09-08T17:39:00.000-07:00

بهت حسودیم میشه، تو که مثل بچه میخوابی و بی‌خیال غلط می‌‌زنی..تو که هجوم فکرای سیاه نفست رو نمی‌گیرن..میترسم از وقتایی که زودتر از من خوابت برده باشه و آویزونت میشم و چنگ میزنم برای رسیدن به آرامش خیالت..تورو به هرطرف برگردونم نمیتونم مسیر پاک ذهنت رو دنبال کنم و حسودی می‌کنم. به تو که نمی خاری، به تو که سلولیت نداری. به تو که هیچوقت نگران نیستی‌..به تو که یک دنیا از غصه الکی‌ به دلت نمی‌ریزه..غصه‌هایی‌ که انقدر ریشه کلفتن که انگار به چند زندگی‌ قبل برمیگردن...که ریشه ائ‌ در حال ندارن. حواسم رو به مسیر تنفسم پرت میکنی‌ تا گریه‌ام بند بیاد...تو که سنگین بغض نیستی‌ و مسیر نفست بازه...کاش برای اینجور وقتا درمانی بود، کاش دکمه‌ای داشتم ...کاش میشد خاموشم کنی‌...

2011-09-02T21:08:00.000-07:00

2011-09-02T21:06:00.000-07:00

2011-07-02T17:42:00.000-07:00

2011-07-02T17:38:00.001-07:00

2011-07-02T17:37:00.000-07:00

2011-05-15T16:36:00.001-07:00

Some of my works from my last exhibition in Talk Magazine (Iranian visual arts e-zine) pg 57-63, click on the link to download :))

certains de mes tableaux de ma dernière exposition dans Talk Magazine ( e-zine iranienne d'arts visuels ) pg 57-63, cliquez sur le lien pour le télécharger:))

http://www.talkmagazine.net/

Website design

2011-04-03T15:03:00.000-07:00

the website of the documentary film "Round-trip" by Golkou Parhizgar
has moved to the following address
www.roundtripfilm.co.uk

My poster for Friction, an interactive sound installation by Claire Kenway

2011-04-03T14:58:00.000-07:00

Collective Exhibition

2011-02-13T08:57:00.001-08:00

2011-02-06T10:06:00.001-08:00

دیروز تو دستشویی‌ نسبتا داغون یک ساختمون که برای بار اول واردش میشدم مشغول دست شستن بودم و نه خیلی‌ با دقت که لیزی ک‌ف صابون هم نمیرفت که نمیرفت و یک آن خیلی‌ ناگهانی احساس خوشبختی‌ عجیبی‌ کردم..احساسش انقدر عجیب بود و قوی که تو خاطرم موند...حس کردم چه خوشبختم که این دستشویی‌ و این ساختمون غریبه رو برای خودم افتتاح کردم و چقدر ساختمون هنوز مونده که من داخلش نشدم و تو دستشوییش دست نشستم...انگار که مردی زنباره باشم و هوس باز...اگر خودم منظور خودم رو بهتر می‌فهمیدم شاید میتونستم واضح تر تصویرش کنم

Interview with Radio Tehran (unedited version, in Farsi)

2011-01-27T19:38:00.000-08:00

Interview by nutmegonly

نسخهٔ ویرایش نشده مصاحبه من با رادیو تهران (رادیو، نه گروه
موسیقی‌ به این نام) متعلق به تیر ماه ۸۹ ، به مناسبت نمایشگاهم در گالری
گلستان

Collective Exhibition

2011-01-13T13:19:00.000-08:00

2011-01-09T15:00:00.000-08:00

2011-01-02T07:56:00.000-08:00

‎یکی از اون روزهای بی‌ زمان بود که صبحش همون قدر خاکستری سفیده که شبش...زبری خفیف صورتش یه جور خوبی روی پوستم کشیده میشد...مثل کیسه کشیدن.. یه خارش لذت بخش و جزئی..انگار هر جا که گونه ش می‌لغزید و میگذشت آدم هم تمیز میشد هم تلنگری به خواب سلول هاش میخورد...می خوام بلند شم و نمیتونم ..امروز جاذبه ولم نمیکنه...یک جاذبه از زیر تنم، یکی بین پلک بالا و پایینم..یکی بین گونش و شونم...بین خواب و بیداری دست و پا میزنم..به یک جور دوست داشتن دیگه فکر میکنم..به بی‌ زمانی این چند روز..به جنگ و صلح.
‎فکر میکنم اگر بی‌ مکانی هم به این معادله اضافه میشد..اگه یک خلا مطلق حاکم بود و من رو قورت میداد شاید میتونستم آهسته پشت و رو شم، دستم به اون شیر چیکه کنان تو ذهنم برسه که گاهی به جای آب ازش جوهر سیاه میچکه و سفت ببندمش

2010-12-08T20:59:00.003-08:00

من که از رو نمیرم...ببین که از رو نمیرم

2010-12-02T23:36:00.000-08:00

Creative Allies | Browse Art + Designs | By Naghmeh Sharifi | For Robyn | Robyn “body Talk” Tour Poster Design Contest

2010-11-14T18:11:00.000-08:00

Creative Allies | Browse Art + Designs | By Naghmeh Sharifi | For Robyn | Robyn “body Talk” Tour Poster Design Contest

Creative Allies | Browse Art + Designs | By Naghmeh Sharifi | For Thievery Corporation | Thievery Corporation Admat Design Contest

2010-11-14T18:09:00.000-08:00

Creative Allies | Browse Art + Designs | By Naghmeh Sharifi | For Thievery Corporation | Thievery Corporation Admat Design Contest

My poster for the play "Exécuteur 14" at Usine C

2010-10-29T07:40:00.000-07:00

http://www.usine-c.com/fr/10-executeur-14.html

2010-09-10T10:02:00.001-07:00

This one’s tired and that one…well that one hasn’t slept in years, nor does she speak or eat or breathe…she waits and sheds skin after skin…texturing to pebbled gold, fractures on her bones…
This one’s tired and indifferent to her weariness, this one doesn’t breathe either…doesn’t see the point…but sleeps every chance she gets and refuses to wait. “Waiting is for bears” and that one is glowing with secrets, turning seventeen soon and her beauty is sealed by the piles of secrets she learns day after day. That one’s younger, lighter, fairer. and together by their charitable act of saving oxygen for the rest of us, they weave nets and webs , Persian carpets and more secrets that weigh them down, down down to the roots of this thousand year old tree. But don’t you worry, they are happy and as alive as any non breathing secret keeping skin shedding net weaving invisible, invisible, creature can be…and their happiness, unlike yours, is neither loud nor abhorrent, or boastful or confronting. So that you’ll be able to sleep tonight, like this one…unlike that one…and not be bothered by the weight of their secrets or carbon dioxide.

2010-09-10T07:12:00.001-07:00

upcoming series: Hansel and Gretel's abandoned forest

2010-08-14T17:48:00.000-07:00

In preparation of recreating the forest these two people seem to have left

"Hansel and Gretel are alive and well
And they're living in Berlin
She is a cocktail waitress
He had a part in a Fassbinder film
And they sit around at night now drinking schnapps and gin
And she says: Hansel, you're really bringing me down
And he says: Gretel, you can really be a bitch
He says: I've wated my life on our stupid legend When my one and only love was the wicked witch. She said: What is history?
And he said: History is an angel being blown backwards into the future
He said: History is a pile of debris
And the angel wants to go back and fix things
To repair the things that have been broken
But there is a storm blowing from Paradise
And the storm keeps blowing the angel backwards into the future
And this storm, this storm is called Progress"
Laurie Anderson

Skhizein by Jérémy Clapin Part 1/2

2010-08-05T16:36:00.000-07:00

I am exactly 91 centimeters from myself...

Skhizein Part 2/2

2010-08-05T16:35:00.000-07:00

Design Portfolio

2010-08-05T08:50:00.001-07:00

www.naghmehsharifi.com

Group painting exhibition

2010-07-22T13:32:00.000-07:00

2010-07-09T07:40:00.002-07:00

2010-07-09T07:40:00.001-07:00

2010-07-09T07:38:00.000-07:00

2010-07-09T07:32:00.000-07:00

2010-07-09T07:31:00.000-07:00

2010-07-09T07:24:00.000-07:00

Solo Painting Exhibition

2010-05-30T00:33:00.001-07:00

2010-03-14T22:54:00.000-07:00

People reported as looking at Bacon's pictures as matter of horror, shock, blood, dread and not something beautiful at all.
“What could I make to compete with what goes on every single day. If you read the newspapers, if you look at television, if you know what's going on in the world... what could I do to compete with the horror that's going on? ... I have tried to make images of it, I have tried to recreate and make, not the horror, but ... images of realism.” Images relating to the real world...

Francis Bacon

2010-03-09T18:44:00.000-08:00

2010-02-27T09:41:00.000-08:00

2010-02-25T16:43:00.000-08:00

من یه جایی‌، یه جوری، از یه کسی‌ حامله شدم و خودم و روحم که خبر نداشتن هیچ، بچه هم بی‌ خبر از من و تنم به دنیا اومده و هیچ جایی‌ رو شکمم نذاشته یا اثری جای دیگه روی تنم، جز یه تپلی خفیف که نمیره که نمیره نمونده. و این رو یا فقط من میدونم، یا من و همزادم و مردی که سالهاست دوستم داره و پوستش حافظه قوی داره هم حدس‌هایی‌ می‌زنه...

به هر حال بچه ای‌ هست که الان جایی‌ واسه خودش بزرگ هم شده شاید و من مثل مادری که بچه ش شیرشو از همون اول پس میزده نمی‌فهمم که چرا

و این نفهمیدن آزارم میده...

حالا اینجا من زیر سایه ی یک درخت بید خیالی نشستم و خیال میبافم که چطور و کی‌ و کجا این اتفاق برام افتاده و در بهت اینم که چرا بچه م شیرم و من رو نمیخواد. تو دلم آرزو می‌کنم که تلفن زنگ بزنه و همون مردی باشه که پوستش چیزی رو از یاد نمیبره و من که بگم "الو" بفهمه که تو تنهایی‌ خودم و زیر سایه ی خیالی درخت بید داشتم غصهٔ بچه رو میخوردم

و یا همزادم باشه که سنگینی‌ امروز روحم رو بلغزونم روش و یا سنگینی‌ امروز روحش رو...به هر جهت...

حالا من از تو میپرسم که بدتر اینه که من ندونم چطور و کی‌ و نفهمم چرا

یا بچه ای‌ که مادرش رو نخواد و شیرشو پس بزنه؟

2010-02-04T18:12:00.000-08:00

Works on Paper, collective exhibition

2010-01-20T15:40:00.001-08:00

Collective Exhibition

2009-11-28T14:10:00.000-08:00

"Chaos Reigns"

2009-11-21T07:39:00.000-08:00

90x183 Cm

2009-11-20T19:30:00.000-08:00

2009-09-18T20:59:00.000-07:00

145x160 Cm, Mixed Media on Canvas

خواب نیست مرده است

2009-09-08T19:33:00.000-07:00

upcoming series; بختک

2009-08-07T15:03:00.001-07:00

هر بار کسی‌ از زندگیم بیرون میره

انگار تیکه ای‌ از من رو میدزده و با خودش میبره

نمی‌دونم دلم بیشتر برای اون شخص تنگ میشه.... یا اون تیکه؟ یا من قبل از رفتنش...

هر بار کسی‌ از زندگیم بیرون میره انگار سایه ش رو جا میگذاره... که شب‌ها مثل بختک می‌افته به جونم و خواب هام رو لک میکنه

2009-08-03T21:30:00.000-07:00

Group exhibition

2009-07-27T18:11:00.000-07:00

An Exhibition inspired by the recent events in Iran
at the Lennox contemporary Art gallery, Toronto
http://www.flywiththecage.org/

Somewhere better than this place..........There is no better place

2009-07-11T17:36:00.000-07:00

2009-07-06T12:56:00.000-07:00

2009-06-25T16:02:00.001-07:00

"The most political decision you make is where you direct people's eyes. In other words, what you show people, day in and day out, is political. . . . And the most politically indoctrinating thing you can do to a human being is to show her, every day, that there can be no change." ~ Wim Wenders

2009-06-18T13:35:00.000-07:00

Group Painting Exhibition

2009-06-11T10:31:00.001-07:00

Notebook magazine interview

2009-06-05T10:59:00.000-07:00

http://www.notebookmagazine.ca/distribution.shtml

2009-06-04T20:18:00.000-07:00

Red Bird Studios Group show
June 18th-July 19th
Vernissage June 18th at 7 Pm
at General 54
54 St. Viateur Ouest

2009-05-24T19:05:00.000-07:00

100x100 Cm
Acrylic on Canvas

2009-05-18T17:54:00.000-07:00

25x25 Cm
mixed media on wood panel

2009-05-18T17:53:00.000-07:00

100x100 Cm,
Mixed media on Canvas

Delaram

2009-05-11T19:28:00.001-07:00

"and yet there are times when I want to be thirteen and ignorant of the ecstatic taste of a lover's bleeding lip"

Bees

2009-05-11T19:26:00.000-07:00

"Who presumes to make honey without sharing the bee's fate?"

Fright

2009-03-28T19:09:00.000-07:00

130x160 Cm, Mixed media on Canvas

Aleksandra

2009-03-27T17:49:00.001-07:00

So then she finally arrives, late as always, leaving me a measly forty five minutes to cram two years into a conversation, that’s not counting the every other minute of expressing the “miss yous” and “love yous” and “where have you been yous” that only come from me, of course…and just when you think she can’t get any thinner, I can shuffle her into a deck of cards..smooth… I don’t want to tell her she’s starting to disappear, but I think to myself how there’ll be only her soul late to next time’s reunion…and how hopefully, despite being invisible, I will see her and the hug won’t be any more frustrated for being stood up by a soul
What I wanted to say is that really, all the while I was sitting across the table from her, I visualized folding her up and packing her in with the rest of my things…the time that could be well spent and was , enjoying the now, and by now, I mean then, was half tainted with the usual nostalgia of the memory you have of a person you’ve known for so long as oppose to the fact of them sitting across from you…she goes “did you see the look on that guy’s face? Mocks his lustful tone “would you like some cream on that”? JESUS! “I think he’s going to jerk off into your drink”
Roaring laughter
she has become observant of the attitude of the men towards a straight woman in the not so straight part of town…she’s being mildly protective and it’s cute, given the north wind can carry the whole of her into oblivion..given it’s coated with several layers of sarcasm
but then she says Jesus better than any True Believer that I know and swears too often, if every other word isn’t fuck, then it’s Jesus, there are more ironic combinations I suppose, but her choice of vocabulary is quite contagious…
what I wanted to say is that some people have this ability of skinning your layers. Unknowingly perhaps, even their How are You excavates, and despite the fact that I felt very little sadness at that moment…I could feel myself starting to well up. And the knee- jerk reaction of welling up in public is kicking the leg of the table…She’s sitting sideways..not even facing me...facing her tea mostly…which despite being ridiculously easy to prepare took longer than my rich hot chocolate…. with every question though, she casts a look…and it might be her dark hair always covering most of her forehead and eyes...or the morbidity of her Eastern European gaze, a very penetrating one... that when I half answer and she half nods, I know she completely understands. Some people are like that, even if you get to see them for 45 minutes every two years, even if they’ve left you dripping wet in their curtain-less shower with no clean towels and a spider named Boris…
And I must have mentioned that, or another memory as vivid in my head because she notes my nostalgia half way through her tea
Yeah
Then when asked, she starts to tell me about her lover, saying how she can’t tell me anything, “ I mean what would I say about a person”? I know what she means… “I mean what do you just say about your lover? if I ask you to tell me about yours, what do you say?”
“Nothing” I shrug...and the nothing doesn’t of course mean nothing…and she half nods... Some people are like that, they might be so unreachable as to not even own a phone half their lives…but when you say nothing about your lover they know it doesn’t mean that you have nothing to say about them…and she throws my own expression back at me “because he is your arm, right?”
Right.
At the end of the 45 minutes…sharp...she gets up to leave...wants to catch a film at the Jewish film festival and doesn’t want to keep her girlfriend waiting. “get a phone woman!”.. “ I don’t need a phone…nobody calls me …except you”
“and the last time you called my phone snapped in two right when we were talking”…she admits that she has lost all her friends for putting in no effort…I give her this look…she says “I won’t lose you” … and the expression of a person who knows she’s not been there but is sure of never losing me over that floods her face…
“you never know” I say with the expression of a person who’s sure of staying forever but fishes for a reassuring fright anyways. Then she leaves…no hugs…no major goodbye… no nothing. And it doesn’t really mean nothing… It’s all too short… And I forget why I started this at all…just that some people should be written down, should be learned and then recited…

2009-02-28T17:28:00.000-08:00

40x50 Cm, Mixed media on Cardboard

Oblivion

2009-02-22T15:43:00.000-08:00

95x155 Cm, Acrylic on canvas

2009-02-05T22:22:00.000-08:00

از این کنج اتاق خوب که نگاه میکنم دوازده تار موی چروک میبینم جای انگشتانی کثیف روی دیوار ولکه های ریز پس مانده ی یک رنگ سبز لای کرکره که باز است و خورشید مصنوعی که می تابد و گرم نمی کند و چندین تنه ی قطور درخت مثل مردانی غریبه سر حرفشان ایستا ده اند خوب که نگاه میکنم دیوار روبه رویم نقص ندارد و جز تارهای مو در این اتاق هیچ و جای خالیتان هیچ عیب دیگری نمیبینم انگار که کافی نباشد جایم را عوض می کنم

مردان غریبه در هیبت درخت از لای کرکره مرا می بینند که خجالت می کشم از این سر اتاق پنج تار موی دیگر و نامه های باز شده ی خوانده و ناخوانده و پشت جای خالیتان پیداست

جایم را عوض می کنم و ساعت ها میگذرند وخورشید جعلی از ترس لو رفتنش فرار می کند مردان غریبه روی حرفشان می ایستند و من جز آلودگی بی تاب موهایم هیچ جز جای خالیتان هیچ جایی در اتاق برای نشستن نمی ماند.

coffee fortune

2009-01-10T23:27:00.000-08:00

100x160 cm, Mixed media on Canvas

Fork series, 2,

2008-12-27T12:24:00.000-08:00

Mixed media on paper

Fork

2008-12-24T09:45:00.001-08:00

70 x 100 Cm, Mixed media on Cardboard

2008-12-01T22:37:00.000-08:00

The twins and eggs/ By Golnar Tabibzadeh

2008-11-22T15:14:00.000-08:00

Naeem

2008-10-05T04:15:00.000-07:00

گر تو نباشی یار من

گشت خراب کار من

مونس و غمگسار من

بی‌تو به سر نمی‌شود

2008-10-05T04:05:00.000-07:00

2008-09-04T12:59:00.000-07:00

Detail , (when on the phone)
50x70 cm, Mixed media on cardboard

2008-08-09T08:10:00.000-07:00

150x200 cm, Mixed media on Canvas

self-portrait with death

2008-08-01T23:14:00.000-07:00

in progress

2008-06-29T12:30:00.000-07:00

My Chemo Queens
100x150 Cm, Mixed media on Cavas

The old painter and his colour palette

2008-06-22T11:38:00.000-07:00

I’m in love with her and all you do all day is punish me for it. I carry five of your finger tips glued to my hair to any god-forsaken destination welcoming me stained maroon ...

All this time, my undying attempts for balancing this act, I’ve lost all my hair to silvery tints of the years and all my green gray yellow crimson joy buried in her black nail polish

I’m in love with red and blue is my release of pain, grey sputters gray, yellow ties my violet- bursting- with- captive- blood skin down, down

Till I die of an overdose of colored matters and all turns into white smoke

2008-06-12T06:52:00.000-07:00

Jean-do Bauby
diptych , each 50x70 Cm

2008-06-09T00:16:00.000-07:00

100x150 Cm, Mixed media on Canvas

2008-06-05T00:29:00.000-07:00

50x70 Cm , Acrylic on Canvas

2008-05-18T13:42:00.000-07:00

100x 100 Cm, Mixed media on Canvas

2008-05-12T10:17:00.000-07:00

60 x100 Cm, Mixed media on Canvas

2008-05-05T13:11:00.000-07:00

I broke him on a sunny Sunday afternoon
In the midst of a sunny Sunday afternoon nap with the boring perfection of life
I turned around the sleepy disheveled haired head and broke the first person in sight.
To be able, maybe, to say later
Once or twice: “I broke him on a sunny Sunday afternoon out of pure boredom, so detached and calm…
Turned to my side and whispered “it’s over” and for an entire second
Three generations of broken men limped across his eyes.
And my heart grew thick with blue-violet blood
The three seconds that followed, I mumbled once more
“it’s over, u know?”
Then we closed the sleepy eyes and got bored with that idea too.

2008-03-18T13:11:00.000-07:00

2008-03-08T04:27:00.001-08:00

150x200 Cm, Mixed media on Canvas

2008-03-05T11:18:00.000-08:00

2008-02-11T02:34:00.000-08:00

2008-02-01T23:57:00.000-08:00

2008-01-19T11:59:00.001-08:00

Thousand Cars series

2008-01-06T02:56:00.000-08:00

2008-01-05T08:53:00.001-08:00

Shahr 2

2007-12-08T05:14:00.001-08:00

2007-12-07T12:19:00.000-08:00

To have believed you were ever an exception
makes me feel lonely
and as left-out as the one hair standing it’s ground on my freshly waxed arm
as sordid as the deceased gathering of the rest, round the drain

like an old retired stripper
in vain
I took off too much, and the more I stripped
The less people wanted to see
Now I only hear one familiar voice, a few birds
And nothing more

Shahr

2007-11-12T02:39:00.000-08:00

Touché

Recent Interview on The Road Less Traveled Radio show

Some of my works from my last exhibition in Talk Magazine (Iranian visual arts e-zine) pg 57-63, click on the link to download :))certains de mes tableaux de ma dernière exposition dans Talk Magazine ( e-zine iranienne d'arts visuels ) pg 57-63, cliquez sur le lien pour le télécharger:))

http://www.talkmagazine.net/

Website design

My poster for Friction, an interactive sound installation by Claire Kenway

Collective Exhibition

Interview with Radio Tehran (unedited version, in Farsi)

نسخهٔ ویرایش نشده مصاحبه من با رادیو تهران (رادیو، نه گروه موسیقی‌ به این نام) متعلق به تیر ماه ۸۹ ، به مناسبت نمایشگاهم در گالری گلستان

Collective Exhibition

Creative Allies | Browse Art + Designs | By Naghmeh Sharifi | For Robyn | Robyn “body Talk” Tour Poster Design Contest

Creative Allies | Browse Art + Designs | By Naghmeh Sharifi | For Thievery Corporation | Thievery Corporation Admat Design Contest

My poster for the play "Exécuteur 14" at Usine C

upcoming series: Hansel and Gretel's abandoned forest

Skhizein by Jérémy Clapin Part 1/2

Skhizein Part 2/2

Design Portfolio

Group painting exhibition

Solo Painting Exhibition

Works on Paper, collective exhibition

Collective Exhibition

"Chaos Reigns"

خواب نیست مرده است

upcoming series; بختک

Group exhibition

Somewhere better than this place..........There is no better place

Group Painting Exhibition

Notebook magazine interview

Delaram

Bees

Fright

Aleksandra

Oblivion

coffee fortune

Fork series, 2,

Fork

The twins and eggs/ By Golnar Tabibzadeh

Naeem

self-portrait with death

The old painter and his colour palette

Thousand Cars series

Shahr 2

Shahr

Some of my works from my last exhibition in Talk Magazine (Iranian visual arts e-zine) pg 57-63, click on the link to download :))

certains de mes tableaux de ma dernière exposition dans Talk Magazine ( e-zine iranienne d'arts visuels ) pg 57-63, cliquez sur le lien pour le télécharger:))

نسخهٔ ویرایش نشده مصاحبه من با رادیو تهران (رادیو، نه گروه
موسیقی‌ به این نام) متعلق به تیر ماه ۸۹ ، به مناسبت نمایشگاهم در گالری
گلستان