Origins & Omens
Every path begins in shadow — with first marks, first visions, first mistakes that were not mistakes at all. In these canvases live the seeds of what was to come: veils studied, compasses danced, blossoms held between silence and devotion. Here is the Harbia, fierce in her memory. Here is the forgotten path, lit only by its own loss. Here is a body learning how to hold paint, and a hand discovering that practice itself can be prophecy. This series is not polished, not complete — and that is its truth. It is a record of origins, and the omens hidden within them.
Under the Blossom Curtains
30 × 40 cm • Oil on canvas • 2019
Rendered in a Persian-minimalist style, this painting captures a union both tender and timeless. Her gaze is steady — watching, guarding — while his eyes rest in surrender beneath her hand. Strength lies in her stillness, devotion in her quiet. Framed by blossoming vines and motifs of ancient love, the scene becomes more than a portrait: a duet of protection, longing, and intimacy that lingers beyond time.
Portrait Study in Rose Light
50 × 40 cm • Oil on canvas • 2020 (Training Study)
Painted in the quiet of lockdown, this portrait was a practice in skin, shadow, and tenderness. It is not part of my formal series, but a study — a way of learning how light softens silver hair, how skin carries warmth, and how closeness can be captured in color.
Dance of the Compass
120 × 90 cm • Oil on canvas • 2016
Across an old world map, dervishes turn like celestial bodies. White and red skirts bloom into directions, compasses, and voyages — their movement tracing unseen routes between continents and hearts. Painted in my earliest days with oil, this canvas carries the spirit of both beginning and return.
Study of the Veil
90 × 60 cm • Oil on canvas • 2020 (Training Study)
Created during the quiet of lockdown, this piece began as a practice in painting fabric. Her form is borrowed from a photograph — but the veil, the gesture, and the silence became my own. Even in study, the canvas remembers: how shadow breathes, how fabric falls, how stillness holds a presence.
Light of the Forgotten Path
50 × 50 cm • Oil on canvas • 2017
Cloaked in time-worn fabric. He walks as if from the margins of an illuminated manuscript. Carrying a lantern whose light holds more than flame — it holds memory. Within its glass, a faint figure stands, like a soul preserved for centuries. Around him, vines, cherubs, and heraldic emblems weave a frame, sealing him in a story half-remembered. This was the first time I painted fabric not just as form, but as history itself, each fold a passage, each shadow a verse along the forgotten path he walks.