Seat / Wonder Site / Tokyo 2008
Reading a book of my father in Tokyo, which is a kind of auto biography made me delve deep into my thoughts, and took me to my childhood, in our house in Tehran, where my father, a reclusive writer, spent many long sleepless nights, in solitude, writing- I remember sometimes waking up in the middle of the night, seeing him sitting in a corner thinking, contemplating or writing in silence. This was one of the subjects I chose. An empty corner under a staircase reminded me of a space my father would have taken.