I wish this was an Oasis
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I wish this was an Oasis....
ceramics, found objects, wood, mothers hijabs
installation
2022
installation
2022
Made during my second to last final quarter in university, a chance to recreate the feelings of home and nurture that the homes of family in Iran would make me feel. I recreated vases from my aunts home, encapsulated the paintings of women scattered through my other aunts home, into one box, unified forever.
at the end of the my critique I shared tea I brewed and served from a ceramic samovar into cups I had made, with every classmates name written in farsi.
at the end of the my critique I shared tea I brewed and served from a ceramic samovar into cups I had made, with every classmates name written in farsi.