Tomorrow morning is Nowrouz. I will oversleep the change of the year. They say whatever you do at that moment, that will make up your whole year. I don’t mind sleeping the whole next year. in fact it will be the best thing to do.

1403, my Charshanbesoori tree that i found in front of my house, burned to let the fire’s redness be mine and took my paleness.

This year again I forgot to make Haftsin. every year I tell myself that I will make it next year, and then next year I forget!
Maybe next year I remember.

Writing for an application inspired me to write about some struggles of being an artist in this economy and current condition of the world.

It makes me think how much of my refusal behaviour is visible in my work?
Then I thought that the fantasy in and behind my works is itself symptom of a refusal. 

They are a response to conditions that make me resort to fantasy. 

I resort to fantasy with a feet on earth making glitch as a space of possibility and playful confusions.

I reverse, to unlearn and to make space for the unknown. I refuse and I find a drive to look for the “another” and reinvent. 

How practices that resist can be sustainable?

A told me that I have to write my name every day for 90 days and then I will know if I own it or not. I’m writing it everyday, not to know if i own it or not, that i already do, I do it so i get used to it and see how it feels to write it.
I like repeating anyways.

Happy new year.