I look at photography as a relationship between light and film: light as a playful actor and film as a serious recorder. The job of a photographer, which is experimental by nature, is to write the best scenario for this one-time instant play. A genuine play is inevitably the result of accurate eyes, free mind, and fundamentals of photography at heart. Light is the subject of my works. Unlike the usual process in photography that uses light as a mean to record a scene and tell its story, I am interested in light as a story teller. In fact the scene in my works is the medium to picture light, its mood on different surfaces, and its personality in different spaces. Photography has become a meditation for me. I capture light through a process and technique that I have developed myself and take lots of patience and passion. Sometimes I set the camera in a location and take pictures of natural light through time. Sometimes I move the camera with the change of light in time. All of these efforts are to illustrate light in its most naked way, freeing and extracting it from the sense of time, space, and objects. What satisfy me and urge me to do more and more photography projects are the results which is the ability to depict my childhood fascination and share it with others: the irresistible playful beauty of light.
All of my photographs are purposefully Untitled. I like to give a chance to the viewer to experience their own emotion while they are coinciding with an expression of mine. It is also unnatural to apply a rational meaning to something that is opposite from being a product of intellect as all of my works are pure reflections of my vision, and emotion at the moment the shot is taken.
BIOGRAPHY
I was only 5 years old when light first grabbed my attention. I was sitting in a room by a window with shuttered heavy curtains, leaving only a small distance in between them, where a miracle was happening. Contrasting with the dark room, a ray of light was brightening a narrow space where I could see the playful movement of dust in the air that was visible to me for the first time. I was mesmerized, not just for seeing the dust but for feeling something novel, powerful, and beautiful: light.
I left the room, not knowing that for years to come light would keep stealing my attention. And from the light circles on the bazaar’s floor, reflections of colored windows in the day and the last moments of a fiery sunset in the seaport where I lived in north of Persian Gulf, I could see light declaring its inimitable splendor over and over more
