I was born in 1957 in Abadan, a southern industrial city of Iran; the city in which people are used to seeing giant refinery pillars which were like sculptures in my eyes.
The pure black color of the oxen on the canvas allowed me to sink into a fantasy world of imagination. They are a link to my past. Sitting on their humps, I travel along the horizon far a way……..movements of these black shapes in the arid land of the southern part of Iran have always been a magnificent influence on me. In the war time when these floating figures on the Karkhe and Karoun rivers had to leave Abadan, I thought the “blessings” left my city! And that was true! Abadan never became “Abadan” (meaning “well –built city”) again. My proud black oxen now were sad and sorrowful strangers who had been kept away from their home….