2885 Days

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Solo Painting Exhibition

Artist: Hesam Safayee Fard

I should have passed. From today, from now
From  the  present that defines my being, and the days that will come and go, the branches that have come out of me, and the wind that blows over me.
It is me who makes history, and my history is the definition of loneliness, and the only one that is the essence of this history.
2885 days are  part of my history, which I have not seen 836 days, and in 2049 days I have lived with opening my eyes in the universe and living my childhood.
The days that each of them  was a new day and a past day for upcoming days.
The days are the ones which after them,  passed with the placard of peace.
Peace ??!
A peace that was no longer peace ... a peace which its safty experience is like a ripe corn  in  a cage - until the guard of the guardhouse put a mercy leaf in your hand and a can of painkillers in your pocket: one morning one night with love
Love , security, peace ... waiting, waiting and waiting ... waiting for experience,
today's experience,
yesterday's experience, tomorrow's experience and repetition, repetition and repetition
Floundering  in the depth of history that is not a haven except for its own heavy and rough substrate  and devourer darkness….

[Hesam Safayee fard]

 

 

 

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