The most intimate form of control is when it wears a woman's face.
The most intimate form of control is when it wears a woman's face.
Woman VS Woman grew from something I witnessed: women in uniform stopping other women on the street. That image stayed with me—not as a political fact, but as a feeling I could not name.
I chose not to represent what I saw directly. Instead, I worked with paint on fabric, allowing colour to carry what I could not express otherwise. The black holds the weight of imposition. The red traces the quiet pain of living within a system that reaches into the most ordinary moments. And the white—the white is longing: the kind of freedom we all carry somewhere inside, whether or not we speak of it.
This project is about women in Iran—not a single moment, but the texture of everyday life when choice is no longer yours to make. The conflict in the title is not only between two women. It is also the conflict that begins within, when the world you inhabit has already been decided for you.
Rather than illustrating events, I approached the work as a form of emotional translation—a language of colour and form that holds what words too easily simplify.
The garments do not explain. They remain suspended in that fragile space where endurance and longing exist side by side, unresolved.
Woman VS Woman grew from something I witnessed: women in uniform stopping other women on the street. That image stayed with me—not as a political fact, but as a feeling I could not name.
I chose not to represent what I saw directly. Instead, I worked with paint on fabric, allowing colour to carry what I could not express otherwise. The black holds the weight of imposition. The red traces the quiet pain of living within a system that reaches into the most ordinary moments. And the white—the white is longing: the kind of freedom we all carry somewhere inside, whether or not we speak of it.
This project is about women in Iran—not a single moment, but the texture of everyday life when choice is no longer yours to make. The conflict in the title is not only between two women. It is also the conflict that begins within, when the world you inhabit has already been decided for you.
Rather than illustrating events, I approached the work as a form of emotional translation—a language of colour and form that holds what words too easily simplify.
The garments do not explain. They remain suspended in that fragile space where endurance and longing exist side by side, unresolved.