Mixed Media on paper

Signed on the front.

This is the story of my migration from Iran to Australia. I am living so far away from my mother land. Although, I have grown roots here in Australia, my heart and my mind is always in Iran. I am physically living here but my emotions are flying above the ocean's waves, the blue sky and arm between my wavy hairs to where my hearts belong. Migration was the safest story of my life and the most bitter truth I am living with. I feel devastated when I realise my destiny is to forever live in exile and die on a land that has never been mine and never felt like my real home but always is like for rent. My art is my only refuge, the music and the smell of the beautiful saffron tea from Iran, while I am painting is my only hope to reconnect with my true identity in my stolen land. This painting is only a narrow snapshot of my deep sad feeling of being apart from my land. If you feel the same, fly with me over the ocean waves through the skies to wherever your soul in sealed in peace and dancing with your dreams.