pain of bread
Everything starts from the black shadow of poverty that comes and stays at home without permission
One reaches out to others in need, and the other reaches out to what is not his. One steals the fire across the border and the other carries the cold and brings it to this side of the border. A child loses his happiness in the street a pure woman and a young mother
In the meantime what binds all this other and that other together is a pain: the pain of bread
The pain of bread is the pain of being alive and surviving, which the fate of the times sometimes shows only an unwanted way to relieve it
Bio I am Maho*
I started my artistic activities in 1999 at the same time as I entered Isfahan Fine Arts Academy.
And until 1387, I continued painting along with experimental photography.
I currently live in Tehran and pursue my personal projects in photography independently and professionally.
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