N°1213 – Hossein Azadi

« Our madness never ends. It only gets worse.
Little by little,
step by step,
they push us to the edge of self destruction. Our madness never ends.
It become an open-door for our downfall
or a self-made world to be drowned in. » Hossein Azadi

Dreamless Collection
Every morning I wake up a raging dream, distressed by the trembles of strokes on iron.
My city, this chaotic construction workshop is constantly transforming and making it impossible for me to access the fancy images of my past.
I, however, stand against all this and picture my concerns for my ancestors, history, death and love by sculpting them with concrete, globes, iron and rust, in order to prevent them from being forgotten.
Women are the center of this subject by pointing them in red and very symbolically forms.
Some hour, some day, in a season as cold as ashes, each of these sculptures has fertilized the endless heaviness of the foggy horizon of this life in me.