My work is a visual diary. Through ceramics, painting, sculpture, and writing, I tell the stories of the many lives I have lived—as a woman, wife, mother, daughter, cancer survivor, immigrant, artist and newly grandmother. Each piece is a chapter, shaped by memory, love, loss, resilience, and the longing to belong.

Born in Iran, I have spent much of my life between worlds. I carry within me the landscapes of my homeland, its beauty and its wounds, while navigating life in another country. My work emerges from this in-between space, where personal history intertwines with collective memory.

Since moving to Topanga, clay has become my primary language, though my love affair with oil painting has never left me. This new body of work brings those two worlds together. By combining ceramics and oil painting, I blur the boundary between sculpture and canvas, allowing painted narratives to inhabit hand-built forms. Drawn from the earth, clay allows me to shape vessels of memory and figures that seem to rise from the soil itself, while oil paint gives them another layer of story, emotion, and presence.

Women, trees, birds, nests, snakes, and spiders move through my work as companions and guides, carrying stories of intuition, protection, transformation, and renewal.

Recent pieces have been shaped by the ache of witnessing events in Iran from afar and by the complicated experience of belonging to more than one place. Through art, I gather fragments of memory before they disappear.

I prefer my sculptures outdoors, beneath the sun and moon, exposed to wind, rain, and the passing seasons. There, they continue their conversation with nature. Time leaves its mark, and the earth remains a collaborator.

Ultimately, my work is an act of remembering—a gathering of stories, symbols, and traces of a life lived between roots and wings.