Babak Amjad
2024 January 5th – 11th
Familiar as cold stairs on which my feet freeze
Familiar as moving and self-absorbing mass that envelops me, nourishes me, and forms my world of light
Familiar as a tangled mass that gets lost in the dream of blooming and re-blooming…
Familiar as coldness and solidity of the sculptural nightmare of his walls
Familiar as my home
Familiar as our own home…