Ah, dandelion, what news have you brought?
Whence, from whom, and what?
From the dandelions of poet Mehdi Akhavan-Sales to those of Maryam Salour half a century has elapsed. Akhavan-Sales commanded: “Go where they expect you…. Waste not your time here, adrift around me….” Maryam Salour has trained the heartbroken dandelions of Sales to swing and sing with purpose before our eyes.
You ask yourself, why so many dandelions? Why so much levity, diversity, all at a time so polluted, when it won’t snow? Beyond suffocation and uncertainty, however, these dandelions bring you news of another way of seeing of being. You want to live like them, light, ready to go airborne, to have heart but also to let go, to not be upset, to be kind, and filled with real dreams, to be determined.
Maryam Salour is determined to have her dandelions paint the vistas of the future within the frames of her paintings. Salour’s dandelions fill our being. In her narrative, it is not space that supports the dandelions but the dandelions that fill the space of being. The gallery, the earth, and time is brimming with dandelions. In the charged moment of encounter, dandelions are dancing, bringing good tidings, suffused with hope…. These are dandelions graced by delicacy, softness, and kindness. We look at them and they kept a close watch from all direction to kindle the dried grass of our joy.
I now want to build a house from the gardens, scarecrows, and the dandelions of Maryam Salour, an artist who can create another world with her forms, sculpture, and thoughts.
Tehran, December 2017