{"id":154,"date":"2015-07-16T09:12:44","date_gmt":"2015-07-16T09:12:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/test.kriesi.at\/minimal-portfolio\/?page_id=154"},"modified":"2026-02-25T07:51:52","modified_gmt":"2026-02-25T07:51:52","slug":"about","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/site.maryamsalour.com\/?page_id=154&lang=en","title":{"rendered":"About"},"content":{"rendered":"<div id='av-layout-grid-1'  class='av-layout-grid-container av-24kvsy-799a025b3c1b053ef5673a1ae6bf48dd entry-content-wrapper main_color av-flex-cells  avia-builder-el-0  el_before_av_layout_row  avia-builder-el-first  av-medium-hide av-small-hide av-mini-hide container_wrap fullsize'  >\n\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-1ygqne-75452b1a74389ec040d71011b283d7ce\">\n.flex_cell.av-1ygqne-75452b1a74389ec040d71011b283d7ce{\nvertical-align:top;\nheight:430px;\nmin-height:430px;\npadding:30px 30px 30px 30px;\nbackground:url(https:\/\/site.maryamsalour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/Maryam_Salour_p.jpg) 50% 0% no-repeat scroll ;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_cell av-1ygqne-75452b1a74389ec040d71011b283d7ce av-gridrow-cell av_one_half no_margin  avia-builder-el-1  el_before_av_cell_one_half  avia-builder-el-first  avia-full-stretch' ><div class='flex_cell_inner'><\/div><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-1pe1ui-93fd722e043f3f11524860afaf96d541\">\n.flex_cell.av-1pe1ui-93fd722e043f3f11524860afaf96d541{\nvertical-align:middle;\nheight:430px;\nmin-height:430px;\npadding:30px 100px 30px 100px;\nbackground-color:#f7f7f7;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_cell av-1pe1ui-93fd722e043f3f11524860afaf96d541 av-gridrow-cell av_one_half no_margin  avia-builder-el-2  el_after_av_cell_one_half  avia-builder-el-last ' ><div class='flex_cell_inner'>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-1l55zm-9b31f2d634e4e0e1b14bce99d94bf611\">\n.flex_column.av-1l55zm-9b31f2d634e4e0e1b14bce99d94bf611{\n-webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n-moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\nborder-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_column av-1l55zm-9b31f2d634e4e0e1b14bce99d94bf611 av_one_full  avia-builder-el-3  avia-builder-el-no-sibling  first flex_column_div av-animated-generic bottom-to-top av-zero-column-padding '     ><p>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-lgkzolt2-e801473cff868875191d6a23d66519dc\">\n#top .av-special-heading.av-lgkzolt2-e801473cff868875191d6a23d66519dc{\npadding-bottom:10px;\n}\nbody .av-special-heading.av-lgkzolt2-e801473cff868875191d6a23d66519dc .av-special-heading-tag .heading-char{\nfont-size:25px;\n}\n.av-special-heading.av-lgkzolt2-e801473cff868875191d6a23d66519dc .av-subheading{\nfont-size:15px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div  class='av-special-heading av-lgkzolt2-e801473cff868875191d6a23d66519dc av-special-heading-h3 blockquote modern-quote  avia-builder-el-4  el_before_av_textblock  avia-builder-el-first '><h3 class='av-special-heading-tag'  itemprop=\"headline\"  >Maryam Salour<\/h3><div class=\"special-heading-border\"><div class=\"special-heading-inner-border\"><\/div><\/div><\/div><br \/>\n\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-lgkzo1wp-20113ae6daf224fc65f3ae658a2b95a2\">\n#top .av_textblock_section.av-lgkzo1wp-20113ae6daf224fc65f3ae658a2b95a2 .avia_textblock{\ncolor:#3a3a3a;\n}\n<\/style>\n<section  class='av_textblock_section av-lgkzo1wp-20113ae6daf224fc65f3ae658a2b95a2'  itemscope=\"itemscope\" itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" ><div class='avia_textblock av_inherit_color'  itemprop=\"text\" ><p>I was born under the wind element on Saturday 24 September 1954 at 7 am from young and joyful parents, both steeped in culture and art. I do not recall having picked up anything in school. Whatever I needed to learn could be found at home: a garden with trees, porcupines, toads, and a running stream in which the mystery of life beamed. My grandfather\u2019s hobby was photography and writing satirical pieces for a newspaper. My grandmother was erudite, my uncle a writer, my mother a school teacher, an artist, and an intellectual, and my aunt \u2013 my mother\u2019s twin \u2013 an artist and a weaver. Ours was a large family, teeming with aunts and uncles, us being their daughters and sons, and we all lived in a single neighborhood next to each other. Our lives were buzzing with stories.<\/p>\n<p>My grandfather\u2019s mother, Maryam \u2018Amid, one of Iran\u2019s first female journalists and social activists, was an inspiration to the family. She is still an inspiration to me. I never knew my father directly, only through stories told and pictures shown of him. I regret not having met this special man who lived bright and died young.<\/p>\n<p>I was not a good student. I didn\u2019t like being forced into doing things. I was, however, attracted to books early on. It could be that I had little choice over that \u2013 everyone in the immediate family was into them. When I finished high school, I went to London. I studied operating systems at a computer science school. My heart was in Paris, though. To me, back then, London was an overcast, grey city. Sunnier Paris, on the other hand, was full of happenings: films, exhibitions, plays, fashion shows, caf\u00e9s, and busy neighborhoods. Paris was where I landed 9 months later and lived for the next 14 years. At first, with much too much labor, I continued with computer science. \u201cMaryam,\u201d my mom wrote me in a letter, \u201ccomputers are not your thing. Study art, instead.\u201d I loved the arts (I spent all day drawing or building houses in childhood) but I had no patience for tedious drawing classes. I didn\u2019t have the confidence to move in that direction. Back then, the late Iraj Karimkhan Zand, a long-time friend, who was also in Paris at the time, would assure me that my drawings were good and that I had it in me to land in art school. But something kept me from trying, perhaps my fear of not being accepted.<\/p>\n<p>My graduation coincided with the revolution in Iran. My mother could no longer afford to support me. I started earning money by making jewelry and babysitting, among other things. I painted small trees and sold them on the sidewalks of the Boulevard St. Germain, the way Iraj and other art students did. My paintings sold well. This was the most fulfilling period in my life. I felt independent and free. I started working as a copy editor and a calligrapher at a Lebanese-French publishing house called \u201cKhayat Publishing\u201d specializing in printed Korans. My work slowly expanded. I became the supervisor of the workshop. A little later, I was given the task of choosing styles of calligraphy and layout of Korans. This was a doorway into the world of art. Since I was always on the move, I ended my stint at the publishing house after several years with wonderful memories. I was out of jobs for a while when I stumbled upon the studio of Ma\u00eetre Savigny. I got into his studio and my life changed for good. I had stepped onto the right path. I shall never forget the quiet world of the shelves on which the vases laid and the aroma of clay the first day I entered the pottery and sculpture studio of Ma\u00eetre Savigny. Those innocent and simple shapes enchanted me. That feeling is still with me. My hands touched clay, my mind turned quiet, and time stopped. A new world opened and once more \u2013 as in childhood \u2013 I was one with what I was doing. Confusion was at bay, freedom and peace moved in.<\/p>\n<p>Upon my return to Iran, I set up my own pottery studio with the help of my husband. My daughter was growing in me as clay took shape in my hands. With the birth of Nargess, life took on a new meaning, and it made me complete on a different plane. Since the clay available in those days in Iran did not meet my expectations, I started researching. I read books on various ceramic cultures. After a while, I came up with my ideal white clay, whose ingredients could be found in the mines of Iran. Later, I gradually made colors and glazes of my own.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing comes about at once. Seeds are sowed and, in due time, saplings start to sprout. Under my hands, shapes came about with ease and they shaped me in turn.<\/p>\n<p>Maryam Salour<br \/>\nOctober 2017<\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/p><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div id='av-layout-grid-2'  class='av-layout-grid-container av-1d7sua-2c9376d474436fc7555167841423ff0b entry-content-wrapper main_color av-flex-cells av-break-at-tablet  avia-builder-el-6  el_after_av_layout_row  el_before_av_section  grid-row-not-first av-desktop-hide container_wrap fullsize'  >\n\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-1aqjvm-308d6a001d0b53f3e76235a8c5cdd3a3\">\n.flex_cell.av-1aqjvm-308d6a001d0b53f3e76235a8c5cdd3a3{\nvertical-align:top;\nheight:430px;\nmin-height:430px;\npadding:30px 30px 30px 30px;\nbackground:url(https:\/\/site.maryamsalour.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/04\/Maryam_Salour.jpg) 50% 0% no-repeat scroll ;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_cell av-1aqjvm-308d6a001d0b53f3e76235a8c5cdd3a3 av-gridrow-cell av_one_half no_margin  avia-builder-el-7  el_before_av_cell_one_half  avia-builder-el-first  avia-full-stretch' ><div class='flex_cell_inner'><\/div><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-13yyl6-6da107b79884bf2d4404b77a1f2cbf82\">\n.flex_cell.av-13yyl6-6da107b79884bf2d4404b77a1f2cbf82{\nvertical-align:middle;\nheight:430px;\nmin-height:430px;\npadding:30px 100px 30px 100px;\nbackground-color:#f7f7f7;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_cell av-13yyl6-6da107b79884bf2d4404b77a1f2cbf82 av-gridrow-cell av_one_half no_margin  avia-builder-el-8  el_after_av_cell_one_half  avia-builder-el-last ' ><div class='flex_cell_inner'>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-uzaky-c34814db03a0d591580bcfcfc8760be9\">\n.flex_column.av-uzaky-c34814db03a0d591580bcfcfc8760be9{\n-webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n-moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\nborder-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_column av-uzaky-c34814db03a0d591580bcfcfc8760be9 av_one_full  avia-builder-el-9  avia-builder-el-no-sibling  first flex_column_div av-animated-generic bottom-to-top av-zero-column-padding '     ><p>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-lgkzpb4b-6d97a7dff7fbb72abe054d3b26c6ebcf\">\n#top .av-special-heading.av-lgkzpb4b-6d97a7dff7fbb72abe054d3b26c6ebcf{\npadding-bottom:10px;\n}\nbody .av-special-heading.av-lgkzpb4b-6d97a7dff7fbb72abe054d3b26c6ebcf .av-special-heading-tag .heading-char{\nfont-size:25px;\n}\n.av-special-heading.av-lgkzpb4b-6d97a7dff7fbb72abe054d3b26c6ebcf .av-subheading{\nfont-size:15px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div  class='av-special-heading av-lgkzpb4b-6d97a7dff7fbb72abe054d3b26c6ebcf av-special-heading-h3 blockquote modern-quote  avia-builder-el-10  el_before_av_textblock  avia-builder-el-first '><h3 class='av-special-heading-tag'  itemprop=\"headline\"  >Maryam Salour<\/h3><div class=\"special-heading-border\"><div class=\"special-heading-inner-border\"><\/div><\/div><\/div><br \/>\n\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-p80e2-6e256c2af36988cb1e441bc44583d4c1\">\n#top .av_textblock_section.av-p80e2-6e256c2af36988cb1e441bc44583d4c1 .avia_textblock{\ncolor:#3a3a3a;\n}\n<\/style>\n<section  class='av_textblock_section av-p80e2-6e256c2af36988cb1e441bc44583d4c1'  itemscope=\"itemscope\" itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" ><div class='avia_textblock av_inherit_color'  itemprop=\"text\" ><p>I was born under the wind element on Saturday 24 September 1954 at 7 am from young and joyful parents, both steeped in culture and art. I do not recall having picked up anything in school. Whatever I needed to learn could be found at home: a garden with trees, porcupines, toads, and a running stream in which the mystery of life beamed. My grandfather\u2019s hobby was photography and writing satirical pieces for a newspaper. My grandmother was erudite, my uncle a writer, my mother a school teacher, an artist, and an intellectual, and my aunt \u2013 my mother\u2019s twin \u2013 an artist and a weaver. Ours was a large family, teeming with aunts and uncles, us being their daughters and sons, and we all lived in a single neighborhood next to each other. Our lives were buzzing with stories.<\/p>\n<p>My grandfather\u2019s mother, Maryam \u2018Amid, one of Iran\u2019s first female journalists and social activists, was an inspiration to the family. She is still an inspiration to me. I never knew my father directly, only through stories told and pictures shown of him. I regret not having met this special man who lived bright and died young.<\/p>\n<p>I was not a good student. I didn\u2019t like being forced into doing things. I was, however, attracted to books early on. It could be that I had little choice over that \u2013 everyone in the immediate family was into them. When I finished high school, I went to London. I studied operating systems at a computer science school. My heart was in Paris, though. To me, back then, London was an overcast, grey city. Sunnier Paris, on the other hand, was full of happenings: films, exhibitions, plays, fashion shows, caf\u00e9s, and busy neighborhoods. Paris was where I landed 9 months later and lived for the next 14 years. At first, with much too much labor, I continued with computer science. \u201cMaryam,\u201d my mom wrote me in a letter, \u201ccomputers are not your thing. Study art, instead.\u201d I loved the arts (I spent all day drawing or building houses in childhood) but I had no patience for tedious drawing classes. I didn\u2019t have the confidence to move in that direction. Back then, the late Iraj Karimkhan Zand, a long-time friend, who was also in Paris at the time, would assure me that my drawings were good and that I had it in me to land in art school. But something kept me from trying, perhaps my fear of not being accepted.<\/p>\n<p>My graduation coincided with the revolution in Iran. My mother could no longer afford to support me. I started earning money by making jewelry and babysitting, among other things. I painted small trees and sold them on the sidewalks of the Boulevard St. Germain, the way Iraj and other art students did. My paintings sold well. This was the most fulfilling period in my life. I felt independent and free. I started working as a copy editor and a calligrapher at a Lebanese-French publishing house called \u201cKhayat Publishing\u201d specializing in printed Korans. My work slowly expanded. I became the supervisor of the workshop. A little later, I was given the task of choosing styles of calligraphy and layout of Korans. This was a doorway into the world of art. Since I was always on the move, I ended my stint at the publishing house after several years with wonderful memories. I was out of jobs for a while when I stumbled upon the studio of Ma\u00eetre Savigny. I got into his studio and my life changed for good. I had stepped onto the right path. I shall never forget the quiet world of the shelves on which the vases laid and the aroma of clay the first day I entered the pottery and sculpture studio of Ma\u00eetre Savigny. Those innocent and simple shapes enchanted me. That feeling is still with me. My hands touched clay, my mind turned quiet, and time stopped. A new world opened and once more \u2013 as in childhood \u2013 I was one with what I was doing. Confusion was at bay, freedom and peace moved in.<\/p>\n<p>Upon my return to Iran, I set up my own pottery studio with the help of my husband. My daughter was growing in me as clay took shape in my hands. With the birth of Nargess, life took on a new meaning, and it made me complete on a different plane. Since the clay available in those days in Iran did not meet my expectations, I started researching. I read books on various ceramic cultures. After a while, I came up with my ideal white clay, whose ingredients could be found in the mines of Iran. Later, I gradually made colors and glazes of my own.<\/p>\n<p>Nothing comes about at once. Seeds are sowed and, in due time, saplings start to sprout. Under my hands, shapes came about with ease and they shaped me in turn.<\/p>\n<p>Maryam Salour<br \/>\nOctober 2017<\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/p><\/div>\n<\/div><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div id='av_section_1'  class='avia-section av-jefmy-33f5f10551038fd00444f2d63ed5363f main_color avia-section-large avia-no-border-styling  avia-builder-el-12  el_after_av_layout_row  avia-builder-el-last  avia-bg-style-scroll container_wrap fullsize'  ><div class='container av-section-cont-open' ><div class='template-page content  av-content-full alpha units'><div class='post-entry post-entry-type-page post-entry-154'><div class='entry-content-wrapper clearfix'>\n\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-dlpqy-d175970d0cac9117de6b2385dc557741\">\n.flex_column.av-dlpqy-d175970d0cac9117de6b2385dc557741{\n-webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n-moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\nborder-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_column av-dlpqy-d175970d0cac9117de6b2385dc557741 av_one_half  avia-builder-el-13  el_before_av_one_half  avia-builder-el-first  first flex_column_div av-animated-generic bottom-to-top av-zero-column-padding '     ><p>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-lgkzq07d-5eeaef7f9e7e7d35fd21a2d22ba99e6c\">\n#top .av-special-heading.av-lgkzq07d-5eeaef7f9e7e7d35fd21a2d22ba99e6c{\npadding-bottom:10px;\n}\nbody .av-special-heading.av-lgkzq07d-5eeaef7f9e7e7d35fd21a2d22ba99e6c .av-special-heading-tag .heading-char{\nfont-size:25px;\n}\n.av-special-heading.av-lgkzq07d-5eeaef7f9e7e7d35fd21a2d22ba99e6c .av-subheading{\nfont-size:15px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div  class='av-special-heading av-lgkzq07d-5eeaef7f9e7e7d35fd21a2d22ba99e6c av-special-heading-h3 blockquote modern-quote  avia-builder-el-14  el_before_av_textblock  avia-builder-el-first '><h3 class='av-special-heading-tag'  itemprop=\"headline\"  >Group exhibitions<\/h3><div class=\"special-heading-border\"><div class=\"special-heading-inner-border\"><\/div><\/div><\/div><br \/>\n<section  class='av_textblock_section av-lgkzsx48-34d8e1ebe1e44c14a32a8d22cbadd27f'  itemscope=\"itemscope\" itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" ><div class='avia_textblock'  itemprop=\"text\" ><p>2025 &#8211; Tehran Art Fair (Open Paper), Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2025 &#8211; In Women&#8217;s Word, Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2025 &#8211; Fast Forward 5, Iranshahr Art Gallery, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2023 &#8211; A Selection of 70 Years of Iranian Sculpture, Art Center, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2022 &#8211; Opportunity, Iranian Artist Forum, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2021 &#8211; Iraj\u2019s continuance, Iraj Zand Foundation, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2018 &#8211; Shabtab 4, Azad Art Gallery, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2018 &#8211; 6th International Art for Peace Festival, Pardis Mellat, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2018 &#8211; Summer Exhibition, Etemad Gallery, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2016 &#8211; Group Exhibition by Iranian Masters, E1 Gallery, Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2015 \u2013 Breakable, Niavaran Cultural Center. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2015 \u2013 3rd Grand Festival of Art for Peace, Niavaran Cultural Center. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2014 \u2013 Salon d\u2019Automne, Champs-\u00c9lys\u00e9es. Paris, France<br \/>\n2013 \u2013 Opera Gallery. London, UK<br \/>\n2013 \u2013 Opera Gallery. Dubai, UAE<br \/>\n2013 \u2013 National Museum of Scotland. Edinburgh,UK<br \/>\n2012 \u2013 Hivernales de Paris-Est-Montreuil (Palais des Congr\u00e8s). Paris, France<br \/>\n2011 \u2013 National Museum of Scotland. Edinburgh, UK<br \/>\n2008 \u2013 Pergamon Museum. Berlin, Germany<br \/>\n2002 \u2013 Aryan Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2001 \u2013 Haft Rang Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2000 \u2013 Modern Art Museum. Caracas, Venezuela<br \/>\n2000 \u2013 Hanover Expo. Hanover, Germany<br \/>\n1998 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1997 \u2013 Cerf Gallery, Paris France<br \/>\n1996 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1995 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1994 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1993 \u2013 100 Artists, 100 Artworks, Golestan Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1993 \u2013 International Art Fair, Seyhoun Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1992 \u2013 Golestan Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1992 \u2013 George Washington University. Washington D.C., U.S.A.<br \/>\n1992 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1988 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1992 \u2013 Georges Washington University. Washington D.C., U.S.A.<br \/>\n1992 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1988 \u2013 Tehran Museum of Contemporary Art. Tehran, Iran<\/p>\n<\/div><\/section><\/p><\/div>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-9n7ci-40c69f8ba1388c649a4e37727b71b17e\">\n.flex_column.av-9n7ci-40c69f8ba1388c649a4e37727b71b17e{\n-webkit-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n-moz-border-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\nborder-radius:0px 0px 0px 0px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div class='flex_column av-9n7ci-40c69f8ba1388c649a4e37727b71b17e av_one_half  avia-builder-el-16  el_after_av_one_half  avia-builder-el-last  flex_column_div av-animated-generic bottom-to-top av-zero-column-padding '     ><p>\n<style type=\"text\/css\" data-created_by=\"avia_inline_auto\" id=\"style-css-av-lgkzprf9-ceaec3e8b142bc80474ae8c9f770f43c\">\n#top .av-special-heading.av-lgkzprf9-ceaec3e8b142bc80474ae8c9f770f43c{\npadding-bottom:10px;\n}\nbody .av-special-heading.av-lgkzprf9-ceaec3e8b142bc80474ae8c9f770f43c .av-special-heading-tag .heading-char{\nfont-size:25px;\n}\n.av-special-heading.av-lgkzprf9-ceaec3e8b142bc80474ae8c9f770f43c .av-subheading{\nfont-size:15px;\n}\n<\/style>\n<div  class='av-special-heading av-lgkzprf9-ceaec3e8b142bc80474ae8c9f770f43c av-special-heading-h3 blockquote modern-quote  avia-builder-el-17  el_before_av_textblock  avia-builder-el-first '><h3 class='av-special-heading-tag'  itemprop=\"headline\"  >Solo exhibitions<\/h3><div class=\"special-heading-border\"><div class=\"special-heading-inner-border\"><\/div><\/div><\/div><br \/>\n<section  class='av_textblock_section av-lgkzrncz-fdb0f1370a81d5e4db14f851fff22e18'  itemscope=\"itemscope\" itemtype=\"https:\/\/schema.org\/CreativeWork\" ><div class='avia_textblock'  itemprop=\"text\" ><p>2025 &#8211; The Night-Blazing Jewel and Hidden Joys, Iranshahr Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2023 &#8211; As Life Goes on, Hashtcheshme art space, Kashan, Iran<br \/>\n2023 &#8211; Scarecrow From the Light Set, Zarrabi Library, Kashan, Iran<br \/>\n2017 \u2013 Dandelions, Iranshahr Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2014 \u2013 Scarecrows, Dastan\u2019s Basement Gallery, Tehran,Iran<br \/>\n2015 \u2013 A Little Fresh Air and Scarecrows, Le Manoir de Cologny. Geneva, Switzerland<br \/>\n2010 \u2013 A Little Fresh Air, Etemad Gallery. Tehran Iran<br \/>\n2009 \u2013 Simorgh, Lahore University of Management Science (LUMS ). Lahore, Pakistan<br \/>\n2009 \u2013 Diary, Homa Gallery. Tehan, Iran<br \/>\n2005 \u2013 Oxford College of San Antonio. Oxford, UK<br \/>\n2005 \u2013 Perplexity, Iranian Artist\u2019s Forum. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2004 \u2013 Etemad Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2003 \u2013 Chahar Bagh, The Dream of Lost Paradise, Niyavaran Cultural Center. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n2003 \u2013 Chahar Bagh, The Dream of Lost Paradise, Contemporary Art Museum. Isfahan, Iran<br \/>\n2003 \u2013 Chahar Bagh, The Dream of Lost Paradise, Ameri\u2019s Family Residence. Kashan, Iran<br \/>\n2002 \u2013 The Angles and the Devils, Association for Iranian Studies. Washington D.C., U.S.A.<br \/>\n2001 \u2013 Metamorphosis of the Earth, Illinois State University. Illinois, U.S.A.<br \/>\n2000 \u2013 \u201cExperiencing The Earth,\u201d Niyavaran Cultural Center. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1999 \u2013 Golestan Art gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1997 \u2013 Symphony of Flying, Arcade Chausse Coqe. Geneva, Swiss<br \/>\n1996 \u2013 Symphony of Flying, Sa\u2019dabad Museum. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1994 \u2013 Symphony of Flying, Cultural Section of the Embassy of France. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1994 \u2013 Symphony of Flying (for the 100th Anniversary of Saint Exup\u00e9ry), French Cultural Service. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1993 \u2013 Day and Night, Golestan Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1992 \u2013 Classic Art Gallery. Isfahan, Iran<br \/>\n1991 \u2013 Golestan Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1989 \u2013 Golestan Art Gallery. Tehran, Iran<br \/>\n1987 \u2013 Artist Workshop. 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