diluted acrylic and soft pastel on hand-stretched raw canvas, 36″ X 48″
“I will abandon lines,
I will also abandon charts,
And from bounded geometrical shapes,
I will shelter in the expanding vastness of sense.
I am nude, nude, nude.
I am bare like a silent pause between tender words,
And all of my wounds are from love,
love, from love.”
– excerpt from In The Cold Season, by Forough Farrokhzad (translation by Maryam Dilmaghani)