Growing up in Iran, I have always felt a sense of resentment, thinking about public places. Dominancy of patriarchal structure and gaze, constantly penetrate every aspect of everyday life. It is extremely apparent when it comes to places like the stadium. I try to capture the banality of these public spaces, not being able to go to stadiums as a woman maintain that structure/space highly potent for me which generates many concerns and questions.
Why am I not allowed? Who owns stadiums? What is the relationship between gender and public domains, body, and architecture? Who is the sovereign? And what can art do?
I paint stadiums before or after the events, like an empty container which refers to the question of the potentiality. What body would occupy this space? My experience of these spaces are second-hand and mediated through photographs and TV or men who have been in stadiums, so they are distorted and partially fictional. I try to represent this gap by incorporating unusual colors and overlaying transparent surfaces to comment on inescapable traumatic experiences that come with being in a female body in a highly ideological context, where, sarcasm, camouflage, hysterical laughter or silence are survival strategies.