The Difference a Gun Can Make
I outline my eyes with kohl,
like a warrior.
I stand tall and firm,
and position my hands,
my glare unwavering.
I think of them--
who would see this image of me in all black
with just my Iranian, female face peering through the curtain,
but without this gun,
and question my power.
I do not fire;
When they see me now,
they will see the extension of my Veil--
directed towards their thoughts.
They will look at the depths of its black opening,
and realize my Power.
A Tale of Changing Landscape
A green bonsai girded with rich soil is set in the middle of the exhibition main room. In the reflection of the bonsai, we see pieces of old and new leaves and instantly feel the warm, earthy flavor: it is an organic artwork that also contains a natural, multi-sensory landscape. Numbers of visitors form a line, waiting to put their heads inside the bonsai and to breathe in a slice of nature.
How do we render this biotic structure with our normal perception of landscape? How do we imagine the artist’s creative intention behind this organic invitation? More broadly, how do we as modern citizens, an integral part of our environment, view our relationship with landscape?