Resurrection by doodle_juice

Resurrection, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

One of my watercolours. This was the Tate grave in East Finchley. This is next to a college where the Rustam school held Saturday Persian lessons and where I took my daughter.

Portland sculptures


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Portland sculptures, a set on Flickr.

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Back in 2007 I achieved one of my personal ambitions. I spent a week at the stone-carving workshop on the Island of Portland. Portland is a rock outcrop that stands out from the Dorset coast into the English Channel, linked to the mainland only by the great sweep of Chesil Bank. Portland was shaped by quarrymen. For centuries these men have carved the landscape and given it distinct contours. They also formed the local culture and even the superstition, for instance the word “Rabbit” is not used on the Island as running Rabbits were associated with falling Rocks and bad accidents. The course was at the Tout Quarry. I walked through a landscape part shaped by man part by nature. A series of gullies and wild plants and stacked up rocks. These plants were blown by the wind here and without any intervention had turned the landscape to a Garden of Eden. Some of these rocks are carved. One is a giant dinosaur head, and the other is an upside down figure of man carved on the rock face, it is “The falling Man” by the famous British sculptor Antony Gormley. The stonemasons practicing their trade have left beautiful archways, and pathways that lead up to the top of the hill that gives you a panoramic view of the Island. The landscape is full of surprises. There are certain things that you can’t learn in books, stone carving is one of them. They don’t tell you that as you carve the stone, it releases fossilized gases that were trapped there for millions of years and all of a sudden the Petrol like smell takes you to your beloved city of Abadan in your dreams! As it happens unlike the gases of other rocks these gases are not poisonous. You learn one or two things about carving stone that also help you through life. You see you have to hold the hammer and the chisel so lightly as if they are about to fall out of your hands, and only then you can pound effective blows against the rock. If you hold on too tightly you chip away small fragments and you end up with an arm ache that would keep you awake for a week. You also learn that you have to work with the rock rather than against it i.e. the old Michelangelo saying that the shape is already in the rock and you just help to bring it out is not cliché. Whilst out there I met a group of Dutch sculptors, one of whom was a blind man who carved by the sense of touch, he was carving his remarkably intelligent and affectionate Labrador guide dog. Carving was like Zen for those who had been doing it for years; it was like a pilgrimage for those who bond with the beauty of nature. The Island was also a magnet for those hiking, and those who liked bird, and moth watching. An old lighthouse was turned to a bird watch centre, filled with personal objects that people had left for others over the years, including some portraits. The philosophy of the sculpture park at the Quarry is remarkable as it is filled with beautiful sculptures that people have deliberately left there so that others can enjoy them. It is the philosophy of giving back what nature has given us, a give, give rather than take, take attitude towards the space we live in. My give back (as well as the course fees) was to help around the quarry. We found a petrified tree; fossilized Millions of years ago, and this tree still had the scars of the forest fire that had partially burnt it. We took it back to the Quarry museum. My teacher said look at these rocks these are all living things condensed in time and space. It made me feel so small, in the grand scale of nature, the entire time of humanity is like a flash of a firefly and the grand scale of nature’s calendar is beyond our imagination. I know a lot of the buildings in London places such as St Paul’s Cathedral or the recently refurbished British Museum have used the beautiful Portland stone and walking around London takes me back to that magical Island.

Stairway to heaven


stairway-to-heaven by doodle_juice
stairway-to-heaven, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

Many years ago I came across this book which showed how to make sculptures from cut and folded paper.
I then made this paper sculpture.
I recently found it in the cupboard and decided to photograph it. So there it is, another novelty from my past!


Man diving to a pond by doodle_juice

Man diving to a pond, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

Last Christmas in Zurich, families were making candles from molten wax. I thought that was too ordinary so I made this little figure instead. Kids came up yo me telling me I shouldn’t burn this.


The Mourning mothers by doodle_juice

The Mourning mothers, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

Made from plaster and wrapped in black cloth this particular sculpture represents the gathering of Iranian mothers whose children have been killed by the Iranian regime for their political beliefs.


They took my dignity


They_took_my_dignity by doodle_juice
They_took_my_dignity, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

The sculpted frame is part of the Art work otherwise the painting is done in oil.

This was done as a remembrance of the political rape victims, where in countries such as Iran rape has systematically been used by the Government as a form of torture or to create general fear among the public.

“I have no feelings” triptych


I_have_no_feelings_p1 by doodle_juice
I_have_no_feelings_p1, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.
I_have_no_feelings_p2 by doodle_juice
I_have_no_feelings_p2, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.
I_have_no_feelings_p3 by doodle_juice
I_have_no_feelings_p3, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

“I have no feelings” triptych is now complete. The sculpted frames are part of the Art work otherwise the paintings were done in oil.

The triptych is named after the famous response of Ayatollah Khomeini on an Air France plane and on the way to Iran. He was asked by a reporter how do you feel about going back to Iran and he responded “I have no feelings”!

The triptych with the three parts shows the three stages of imprisonment, torture, and death.

The phrase “I have no feelings” has been faded in each panel.

Silver Chinese Lion


DSC04136 by doodle_juice
DSC04136, a photo by doodle_juice on Flickr.

I cast this in resin and painted it silver and gave it as a birthday present.
When I was 17 ( before the revolution when I had money in my pocket) I went to a Kensington antiques market and bought a pair of Chinese lions for £20.00 and later found that I was seriously ripped off. I saw the lions in almost every second hand shop selling for £5.00 and my friend who had followed this saga used to take the piss but we would have a good laugh over it.
Years later I made a cast and started making replicas of one of the lions and the first person to get a replica was that old friend who used to laugh. So as fate or time had it I’m getting my money back in gift value!
What is more, I’m planning to make 14 of these and use it as one of my DaGod pieces.

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