nooshin safakhoo


Friday, February 4, 2011

My artist father

My father really enjoys of creating and he never had the chance of
 work in art in a professional way as he likes.
but I know him as an artist!an artist how made my childhood night dreams magical
with his painting, sculpturing, and storytelling whose made just for us.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

a snowing day

After a short time snowing
The room became full of sun
It seemed graceful sun, and everyone could hear sparrows’ happiness,
Opened the door and looked at the sky, sparrows were screaming, a pigeon was flying. A crow was calling her child…

Wednesday, February 2, 2011


I will surrender myself to you at sunshine

my ancestor -3

my ancestor -2

my ancestor

A part of us is in the past,
When our ancestor cried, laughed, felled in love, slept, enjoyed, pained, Suicide…
We were making ourselves .