which part of my works...or my character...or my action is interesting for you ? why some of you think that I , can help other people ? what you got from me ?

Love
Parima

Let me know :
Do you think I should go on with Multiply ?
what do you think if I move to other place...My own site ?

Love
Parima

You know.. I want to be happy not successful...what about you ? what make you happy ? What is success ? 

Hi
you know what ? ....ask me what you want....I think it's time , that I,can answer any Quinton about me...but I will answer them in my way , okay ? if you are agree with that ...just go !

Love
Parima
London.Summer 2008.Parima

 

 

With
passion pray. With
passion work. With passion make love.

With passion eat and drink and dance and play.

Why look like a dead fish
in this ocean
of
God?

                                                         WITH PASSION
                                                                 RUMI

Hi...X.
I am looking for agency in USA...( New York or California ) , is anybody can help me about that ? some idea...? I will focus on my Jewelery and Collage. let me know .

Love
Parima

                                                                           

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New Traditional Jewellery 2006,

http://www.otrodiseno.com/sieraad/invitation.html

Federico García Lorca (1898 - 1936)   The Faithless Wife

So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was on St. James night and almost as if I was obliged to. The lanterns went out and the crickets lighted up. In the farthest street corners I touched her sleeping breasts and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth. The starch of her petticoat sounded in my ears like a piece of silk rent by ten knives. Without silver light on their foliage the trees had grown larger and a horizon of dogs barked very far from the river. Past the blackberries, the reeds and the hawthorne underneath her cluster of hair I made a hollow in the earth I took off my tie, she too off her dress. I, my belt with the revolver, She, her four bodices. Nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl have skin so fine, nor does glass with silver shine with such brilliance. Her thighs slipped away from me like startled fish, half full of fire, half full of cold. That night I ran on the best of roads mounted on a nacre mare without bridle stirrups. As a man, I won’t repeat the things she said to me. The light of understanding has made me more discreet. Smeared with sand and kisses I took her away from the river. The swords of the lilies battled with the air. I behaved like what I am, like a proper gypsy. I gave her a large sewing basket, of straw-colored satin, but I did not fall in love for although she had a husband she told me she was a maiden when I took her to the river.

I with draw all the curtains

layer by layer

I peel all the crusts

layer by layer

I break all the barriers

layer by layer

now, I am standing here

bare, naked

I am Mary Magdalene

wear me a veil.

 

London.2003

Parima

 

پرده ها را پس می زنم

لایه به لایه

پوسته ها را می شکافم

لایه به لایه

گاردها را می شکنم

لایه به لایه

اینجا ایستاده ام

لخت و عور

من، مریم مجدلیه ام

حجالی بر تنم، بیاندازید.

 

 

                                                                        2003/06/27

                                                                         

I want to talk

I want to walk

I want to go,to deepest forest that I know

then

I want to sit

and just think and think and think

then

wright and wright and wright..

 

I want to go.

London.Winter.2006.Parima

 

Duende like art itself has faces that are both appealing and dangerous. It can be dark and hard to pin down.

Coming from southern Spain, "Duende" has only recently migrated to English. Dictionaries give meanings sometimes at odds with each other.

The New Oxford English Dictionary gives:

1. A ghost, an evil spirit; 2. Inspiration, magic, fire.

The Random House Dictionary gives:

1. A goblin, demon, spirit; 2. Charm, magnetism.

The Larousse Spanish-English Dictionary translates duende as Goblin, elf, imp/Magic. It gives the usages: los duendes del Flamenco, the Magic of Flamenco; teener duende, to have a certain magic.

We take our cue from the great Spanish poet, Federico Garcia Lorca. He gave a famous lecture on La Teoria y Juego del Duende – The Theory and Function of Duende. Lorca says:

 

"All through Andalusia. . . people speak constantly of duende, and recognize it with unfailing instinct when it appears. The wonderful flamenco singer El Lebrijano said: ‘When I sing with duende, no one can equal me.’ . . . Manuel Torres, a man with more culture in his veins than anybody I have known, when listening to Falla play his own ‘Nocturno del Genaralife,’ made his splendid pronouncement: ‘All that has dark sounds has duende.’ And there is no greater truth.

"These dark sounds are the mystery, the roots thrusting into the fertile loam known to all of us, ignored by all of us, but from which we get what is real in art. . . .

"Thus duende is a power and not a behavior, it is a struggle and not a concept. I have heard an old master guitarist say: ‘Duende is not in the throat; duende surges up from the soles of the feet.’ Which means it is not a matter of ability, but of real live form; of blood; of ancient culture; of creative action."So we have taken the name DUENDE in order to honor Lorca’s dark creative force. Duende is there to challenge us to keep our ears open to the ‘dark sounds,’ to keep our touch with the earth and with the ghosts of those who have come before, to never refuse the struggle which is needed to keep the spirits working on the side of truth.

http://www.duendedrama.com/duendees.htm

 

also have look these :

http://www.musicpsyche.org/Lorca-Duende.htm

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duende

http://www.ballet.co.uk/weblogs/edrich/archives/000210.html

Fairies
A poem by Ahmad Shamlou

Once upon a time,

Three Fairies sat
Naked at sunset
Under the blue dome of sky

"Boo-hoo," cried the Fairies
and their tears were like rain from Spring clouds

Their hair was as long as rope
and as dark as night
It may have been even longer than rope
and it may have been even darker than night

Before them, upon the horizon
Was a city of enslaved boys
Behind them, black and cold
sat the old fabled Castle (where they used to live)

They listened; and from the city they heard
the sounds of chains clinking
While from behind them in the castle
came the nightly moans

Hey, aren't you Fairies hungry?
Aren't you Fairies thirsty? or tired?
Why is it that you Fairies are crying?

The Fairies said nothing
and "Boo-hoo," they continued to cry
and their tears were like rain from Spring clouds

Dear Fairies, why are you crying?
You fairies must be afraid of something.
Are you worried that it may snow?
Are you scared that it may rain?
Do you fear that the wolf may come and eat you?
Or do you think that the Devil himself
is coming to eat you?

You Fairies must be afraid of something.
Why don't you come to our City?
Listen! Can't you hear the sound
of our City's chains clinking

Hey, look you Fairies!
Look how tall I am
Watch my white horse
with its honey-colored mane and it's honey-colored tail
which runs as swift as the wind
See the veins and muscles ripple hard as iron
in his legs and in his neck
Watch our horse's nose as he puts it in the air!

Our city is celebrating tonight
For the Devil's house has been overthrown
The country people are our guests tonight
Venturing from their homes

They are coming, "Dom" "Dom" "Dom"
They are drumming "Pom" "Pom" "Pom"
They are laughing, "Ha" "Ha" "Ha"
They are singing:
      "The City is ours!"
      "We are happy!" --- the Devil complains
      "The world is ours" --- the Devil howls
      "Whiteness is king! --- the Devil moans
      "Darkness is ashamed" --- the Devil groans

Listen Fairies, the long night is ending
and the heavy doors of the castle are fastened.

If you can wake earlier and mount my horse
Together we can arrive in the City
If you can wake earlier and listen
you will hear the wonderful chains rattle and clink
Yes, the expensive chains
chain to chain and link by link
loosening and dropping from the people's wrists
The chains are worn out! They shatter!
If you are a Devil you will be miserable this night.

There is no place for Devils to run now
For them, the forests will be barren
For them, the jungles will be desert
It is different here in our City
Oh Fairies! You have no idea
how things have changed!

The Castle doors are open
the slave-holders and the Devils are ashamed
the slaves are being freed
The dungeons are being transformed
And now he who has been imprisoned and tortured
is given balm
The sharp straws have become soft rugs

Yes, the slaves are becoming free
So many, Free!
Free to consider revenge
With sickles and hoes
They become a flood,
a flood of slaves
a flood of anger, Whoosh!
The slaves are becoming free
So many, Free!
Free to consider revenge
With sickles and hoes
They become a roaring fire
And how beautiful are fireworks
in the heart of the night!
How wonderful the firelightis!

Finally the night-fires dwindle and sunrise comes
Not much remains of the night
Now the slaves are ready to pick up torches
and beat the soul of the night with them
and finish off the Devil's darkness

They are ready; ready to bring him into courtyard,
ready to redicule and taunt him.
It is time to take each other's hands
and dance around the loser

So, what are you crying about Fairies?
Stop your whining!

But the Fairies didn't answer
They only continued to weep
and their tears were like rain from Spring clouds

At the longest night of Winter
When we all used to sit around the Korsi (1)
eating sunflower seeds
While listening to the rain
and its sound in the gutter

Our Nanny used to tell us stories
About striped fairies
The story of a yellow Fairy and a green Fairy
The story of the patient stone
The story of a goat on the roof and
the story of the daughter of the King of the Fairies!

You are those same Fairies!!
You have come to our world!!

But here in our world
You only sad and depressed
You act like our world is empty
You act like our world is absured
You act like our world is nothing but pain

It is true
Our world is no Fairy-tale
with secret messages and happy endings
Our world is open-ended
And like it or not
Our world has thorns
Its deserts have snakes
Whoever is a real part of our world
knows these things deeply in their heart

Now what was wrong with your world, Fairies?
Who told you to leave your tall sweet castle?
Why did you come to our unique but difficult world?

The Fairies said nothing
And still they wept
And their tears were like rains from Spring clouds

I patted the Fairies on their backs
I wanted to send them back to their world
But then they started to scream

They were magical and they began to fly about.
They became old, they became tears,
They became young, they became laughter,
They became master and slave,
They became fruit, they became seed,
They became both hope and despair,
They became a bad omen

These magic tricks did not affect me
I watched their games
But I was not influenced by them
Their jinxed star did not sway me
And when they saw I did not turn into a stone
by any of their sorcery, they changed
One of them became a bottle of wine
One of them became a sea of water
And one of them became a mountain
rising up into the sky

I drank the wine
I swam the sea
I climbed the mountain

There was singing and dancing
in the City beyond the mountain

"Ha-Ha-Ha" we are happy!
No more slavery! We are free!
We destroyed injustice
We held freedom as our Mecca.
Since the City stood firm,
Since the living became ours,
We'll be happy forever!
We'll be free forever!
We have achieved our goal!
We have reached our home!

This is the end of our tale!
This is the end of our jail!

Translated by Mahvash Shahegh &
Dan Newsome

Last night I had strange dream...after long time I was in my country...but I couldn't get my Mum's house !...I did try to get taxi...but is was not easy...after long time I got one....after long way I understood the address is wrong....I got another taxi....finally I got our old neighbur's house.....I went there....but I lost my voice...I couldn't talk to them very well....they got another taxi for me....after long long time the taxi coming....but when I get out of there house...I saw my mum house is opposite of there house !

Who noes what's the mining of my dream ?!

Last night Nima Behnoud had Fashion show in london ,I was there but my camera battery, finished in the beginning of his show !! I was so upset ! I just took few photo but if any of my friend has any more photos of that night,please let me know !also I love Nima's works, he mixed East & West in very cleaver way....Thanks Nima, hope see your catwalk soon .

Love

parima    

 

Nima Behnoud was born in Tehran in 1976. From early childhood, he showed a keen interest in art and began learning painting and illustration from such famous Persian artists as Farideh Lashayee and Ahmadreza Dalvand. At the age of 16, he began working as a junior illustrator for the monthly magazine, “ Adineh ” the most famous and controversial paper of the time.
After Adineh was closed permanently by the Iranian hardliners, he continued his work at the monthly magazine “ Payam-e-Emrooz ” as a designer and later joined the IMS Advertising Group . In 1995 he left Iran for San Francisco to study art and design. Soon after his arrival in the bay area, he began working with several design firms, and in the summer of 1997 he landed an opportunity to work at “ Colortone ” design firm, the design house that produced the world famous apple computer campaign, “think different.” By this time, he had developed an interest in advertising design, and in 1999 was hired as an art director at “ Jamison Cawdrey Advertising. ” While working at JCA, he experienced the fashion industry firsthand by designing and art directing large format posters, photo shoots, and campaigns for a series of shopping malls and fashion brands. He soon found that California did not quench his thirst for fashion, entertainment, and design, and in the winter of 1999 moved to New York City, where he now calls home. He has worked for fashion and cosmetics companies and agencies such as Publicise, Estee Lauder, and L’Oréal Paris . He is currently working on his first documentary about the effects of war on children, and attends design classes at the Fashion Institute of Technology.

http://www.arteeast.org/artenews/bios.html

Thank you very much every body for these days...Thanks for all of your supports,comments,viewpoint....and also your live visit in De Levante  gallery and V&A '

and also thank you for  all your feedback about my works on diffident site , radio..TV....

I appreciat that so much ,I love you all, one by one ,you know that,and also you knew how much that I get energy and Idea of you to make my new works !

LOVE & KISSES

Parima 

 

 

 

Victoria & Albert Museum Family Weekend
September 9th & 10th, 2006, 10.00-17.00

Join us for a special weekend celebrating Iranian art and culture - explore our Persian poetry installation, picnic in our Iranian outdoor setting and enjoy events.

The V&A is the world's greatest museum of art and design. This weekend is part of a series of special events for our new Jameel Gallery of Islamic Art.
For more about the events and the new gallery, visit www.vam.ac.uk/islamicart.

Victoria and Albert Museum
London SW7
 

 

Hey...come there ,I will be there, I have Persian portrait studio , and also Jewellery workshop.

Love

 Parima

Amsterdam  exhibition

 I  have a  jewellery  exhibition in Amsterdam,I will be there just for few days...if any of you like to join us in  exhibition ,let me know.

Love

Parima