My women have no criteria of womanhood. They’re bald and although they’re naked the feminine organs do not exist; or are hidden. These figures are fading and tearing apart. The look of sorrow and passivity in their faces implies an acceptance of their fate.
There has always been a loud cry in my heart for expressing myself; for talking out loudly about my desires, my passions, and my worries. So the subjects of my works are usually women who have the most resemblance to me. They don’t belong to any time or any place and still they’re so familiar>>> nikookhani.com
