Drawing – Foroozan Shirghani

Smash Bottles – 2016

foroozan Shirghani — Sun, 06 Nov 2016 07:31:22 +0000

Life happens through the simplest surrounding objects and events of our routine life.
Objects which never insist on the legitimacy of their own presence, and form our sober, real image of ourselves without any imposition. compressed plastic bottles is the precise image of mankind and his perplexities to me , Mankind- gradually deformed, compressed and buried under the heaviness of the life he had imposed to himself when released from the pressure, opens his way out of the piled layers,breathes in and fills himself up constantly.
As though life had been the repetition and fluctuations of this compressing and filling from eternity, and one will be smothered under its weight if he doesn’t give himself a chance to breath.
Now, watching the bottles I see myself abandoned my home, sometimes compressed and weary under the pressure of its newfound layers, and sometimes breathing in throughout the mass inside me in an unknown solitude, and feel lightened up from any weight.

Inversion _ 2015

foroozan Shirghani — Wed, 02 Dec 2015 07:52:27 +0000

Phasellus viverra nulla ut metus varius laoreet. Quisque rutrum. Aenean imperdiet. Etiam ultricies nisi vel augue. Curabitur ullamcorper ultricies nisi. Nam eget dui. Etiam rhoncus. Maecenas tempus, tellus eget condimentum rhoncus, sem quam semper libero, sit amet adipiscing sem neque sed ipsum. Nam quam nunc, blandit vel, luctus pulvinar, hendrerit id, lorem. Maecenas nec odio et ante tincidunt tempus. Donec vitae sapien ut libero venenatis faucibus. Nullam quis ante. Etiam sit amet orci eget eros faucibus tincidunt. Duis leo. Sed fringilla mauris sit amet nibh. Donec sodales sagittis magna. Sed consequat, leo eget bibendum sodales, augue velit cursus nunc,

Gazeness _ 2013

foroozan Shirghani — Wed, 06 Nov 2013 09:11:09 +0000

my interest to draw spectacled people was started when I went to an optician’s for changing my glasses .I understood that how much effective the glasses are on our perception apart from their form attraction ,and I remembered one of my childhood memories. Wearing glasses is one of the mysterious curiosities of people in childhood and I wasn’t exception .I can remember that I pretended to low vision in school’s per capita optometry. Glasses were a personable sign for me .Gradually this childlike personable feeling was exchanged with man’s though , and recognized that man can see as much as they know.(Our perceive border is our vision border)
Now it’s me and routine wearing on and out glasses . Sometimes my eyes blink restless and sometimes gaze at an eccentric lethargy and then stare . As if this insanity habit has been afflicted with a contagious illness: frequent eyesight

Faceless – 2010

foroozan Shirghani — Thu, 02 Dec 2010 07:49:41 +0000

In search of lost space _ 2008

foroozan Shirghani — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 08:31:57 +0000

When the mind is floated, I feel weightless and can observe myself from a distance. My body moves in whimsical fluidity and the more weightless I become, the lighter my surroundings appear. It’s as if I’m floating in space, experiencing abstraction in infinity. This dream-like state is hard to reproduce and seems to conflict with reality. I feel I am missing something that I don’t know if it’s a part of space, a part of existence, or both. To figure out this missing piece, I must immerse myself in this unknown state and allow the lost elements to reveal themselves.

My Birth 2 – 2006

foroozan Shirghani — Sat, 02 Dec 2006 08:31:27 +0000

All life originality is the continuity of the principle of birth and death, and the one that does not surrender to this simple destiny will moss from inside , and what reduces the speed of this process is creativity and creation. Creativity is a sign of the human dynamics , but femininity; this instinctively productive identity who generates this cycle of birth and death monthly. creator whose life is always in her, and this is itself the same dreadful rhythm that life and femininity share in it. The pain that is produced by her is her cure. It is feminization of latent puberty that is fertilized in menopause. Right when this cycle stops.

My Birth 1 – 2004

foroozan Shirghani — Thu, 02 Dec 2004 08:20:47 +0000

As a child, I was always fascinated by the mystery of how the world came to be. When I asked others, I found myself needing to clarify by saying, ‘No, I mean the very first time.’ I often found myself staring at my own body, contemplating what lay beneath the surface of my skin and bones.

Now, more than two decades later, I still find myself drawn back to those same childhood inquiries. The allure of those fantasies of bone and skin is inexplicably powerful. Whenever I revisit these unanswered questions, I find myself slipping into a strange trance where the world of organs and flesh collapses into a surreal, suspended state. It’s as if there was no predetermined plan or blueprint for creation. I cannot recall a time before this, and I’m left only with these anonymous, decaying organs that seem to have no defined boundaries.

It’s unclear how or why I’ve become hypnotized by these thoughts, but I find that this collapse represents a symbol of a new beginning. It’s a reminder that the origins of the universe and of life itself remain a mystery, waiting to be uncovered and explored.