I’ve always had a crush on art but this interest never went any further than reading around history of art and becoming an art critic before. I spent over 4 years at university as the only female in the class to get an engineering degree in a strict Islamic Republic country. There was no freedom, and we have to lay low. I escaped my homeland and seek refuge in Australia. The journey through the ocean is very traumatic for me. After that, I spent quite some time in Australian detention centre system, in Christmas Island and in Melbourne.
Thanks to art volunteers who came to Melbourne’s detention camp, they opened a door to wonders of the infinite world of art. I learnt how to step out of a sheltered life of an art critic into the boundless world of an artist.
I spent nearly 6 months of my life living in a detention camp and since then I have recently been diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis. But I always say that life is beautiful even when the world is ill. We still have bright Sundays to remind us there is more to life and hope of a remedy.
My artworks might be devoid of aesthetics doctrine, but I love art so much that I am obsessed with expressing my thoughts and emotions through metaphors in art to allay the over-flowing matters in my head.