There are some pieces of art that looking at them brings me joy. It is more of a personal joy rather than an aesthetic one that makes me wonder when I look at these works. They take me to a remote place in time that is familiar for me, yet I know I’ve never been there. They take me somewhere I never want to comeback from. As if they take me home. I save these pieces; I collect their copies, posters and postcards; but most of the time I save their digital reflection, one at a time on, Bibi Huryeh’s desktop. So whenever I work, I can take a break from my boring self and go there.
Recently I have realized that most of these pieces are portraits of women. It is funny since generally portrait is an artistic representation that I dislike, same as landscape painting. So here they are, Women whom my intimate moments are built around.