Tomorrow sings another song
2016_ 7:58' min
Last May in Milan_2015
video- 07:41' min
The trees annually release fluffs that are covering the whole city of Milan in May. These fluffs and their arbitrary light movements in the air symbolize the unstable situation of people regarding financial and social crisis.
video_ 05:18' min
Each seed is randomly chosen to break and fail like each single life that is devastated trough wars and unrest.
by Sana Ghobbeh and Huda Takriti
video and sound installation_2014
The homeland is lullabying and puts us to sleep, a very deep one, with no tomorrow,
like all those forgotten years, which ignore our hands and cross out the memories.
mom's asleep, no dream whatsoever!
giving ear to her, she only walks around.
her footsteps remove the lullaby and I fall into another sleep.
video_ 6:43' min
Photos are supposed to preserve the memories and immortalize the glory of the past. They are the only survivors of the cruelty of time. Among all old photos, portraits seem more fragile.
Each portrait desperately tries to revive the captured moment of the photo. The looks seem frozen and still and the eyes are a threshold to an unreachable territory,... they whisper a silent mystery of self-annihilation.
By dissolving and disappearing into their gazes, I hear my country telling it’s own story.
I am part of the disturbance_2013
I am part of the disturbance is a staged video. It is a work existing between video art, photography, and performance that is based on a dialogue between an eye and a mouth. First, the mouth opens and exhales onto the transparent lens and covers it with mist. The lens become visible through the condensation of the mist when the eye comes to see what is hidden beyond obscurity. The eye stares with curiosity, interrupted by random blinks. When the mist goes away the mouth returns to breathing into the lens, letting the eye continue its effort. The repetitive action between the eye and the mouth has the rhythm of desperation; it slowly becomes more violent and ultimately ends in recklessness.The gaze sees the unseen and the mouth makes the non-visible apparent, all in a disturbing silence.Time passes by; the eye and the camera become one. The eye interacts with the gaze of the spectator.
The video starts in silence. The screen freezes to a reddish, yellowish cloth evocative of skin or landscape although it simply can just act as the reinforcement of the camera lens.
The traces of the random pressure from behind the surface end in small holes on a sharp tool. The curtain is being cut but nothing is revealed. The torn cloth covers the viewer eyes and conceals the world on the other side simultaneously. When the small saw stops a needle erects, closing what has been opened. The needle stitches the scars and leaves them to heal. The saw and the needle follow each other in a devastating manner, undoing what is done ahead. The repetitive action between the saw and the needle has the rhythm of desperation; it slowly becomes more violent and ultimately ends in recklessness.
The disguise fosters the expression of transgression. It desires to burst and dismantle the unity. The video questions the border and the fluid ambiguity lead us to an interactive, transit space of mutual understanding.
Tehran, Beloved City_2014
video_ 1:12' min
Thinking of my hometown, I find scattered disfigured fragments among my vague memories. All I have lived through shrinks to blurry images.
video_ 3:40' min
This video is an abstract approach to the feeling of intensity.
The close-up magnifies the face and centralizes the mouth while making the Character anonymous. This enlargement is not a reduction but an attempt to open a door leading to the inner world of the emotions.
a woman intends to announce the general human rights when her fragile voice is gradually covered by distracting sound from working washing machines which recalls the confinement of women in domestic environments.
The disturbance is part of me_2013
video_ 7:16' min
'The disturbance is part of me’ is based on a battle between a female face and a floating white piece of cloth. The cloth bounces on, hiding and revealing her face partially in a repetitive, restless action. Whipping into her face, the cloth removes the spirit from the parts it conceals.
This work is an attempt to recreate ’I’ through art and perception. Interactively, it questions the distance between audience and performer. Time passes, and the camera lens disappears as the curtain takes its place. The viewer and the performer end in the same situation; they cannot look through each other’s eyes without disturbance.