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Exhibition : Deep Red


Must be boundless, empty of life, drowned in a dream
Where you will not have home till your God be inside you and as you are and are not... sometimes, like a blind mice crumpling up in moist soil, I would be lost in myself, seeking nobody, even I chase nobody just watching what flurry is in me, I hear the murmur of my inner community, its happiness and sadness, my imagination particles merge together and my world gets bigger… boundless, empty of life, drowned in a dream... empty of seconds and minutes everything is alive, Like flowing round, lost in the labyrinth of memories, silent ... and the more you go forward the more you are behind-driven, buried under a handful of four thousand and five hundred year-old dead ashes… where I shout, who is in my dream but such unfamiliar with me?!! But you repeat in the silence and repeat… like an echo in your loneliness mountain….
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Even in awakening…
 
Alieh Abedini
Must be boundless, empty of life, drowned in a dream
Where you will not have home till your God be inside you and as you are and are not... sometimes, like a blind mice crumpling up in moist soil, I would be lost in myself, seeking nobody, even I chase nobody just watching what flurry is in me, I hear the murmur of my inner community, its happiness and sadness, my imagination particles merge together and my world gets bigger… boundless, empty of life, drowned in a dream... empty of seconds and minutes everything is alive, Like flowing round, lost in the labyrinth of memories, silent ... and the more you go forward the more you are behind-driven, buried under a handful of four thousand and five hundred year-old dead ashes… where I shout, who is in my dream but such unfamiliar with me?!! But you repeat in the silence and repeat… like an echo in your loneliness mountain….
.
Even in awakening…
 
Alieh Abedini