Welcome to my corner of expression, where clay whispers tales of the past and captures the essence of a lived life.
From the halls of Tehran University, where I delved deep into the realms of drama and literature, to the silent echoes of puppet theatres where I first learned to craft stories with my hands, my journey has been anything but ordinary. I graduated with a master's degree, rich in the knowledge of narratives and performance, and carried a burning passion for storytelling that transcended language barriers.
However, the challenge of language—a barrier as formidable as any—eventually led me to shift my narrative medium. English, with its myriad accents from Hackney's briskness to the melodious lilt of the North, often felt like a maze I couldn't navigate. The spoken word eluded me, and so, I turned to the silent eloquence of clay. Sculpting became my voice.
The Poet Poppet collection is a deeply personal gallery of my emotions, memories, and dreams. Each figure is sculpted with elements of my own story: the innocence and wonder of bedtime tales whispered by my sister, the bittersweet pangs of first love, the sting of failures, and the sweetness of hard-earned success. They embody my anxieties, my homesickness, and the nostalgic ache for a homeland that exists only in my memory.
These girls, these fragments of clay, are not just art—they are me. They are the chronicles of an Iranian woman artist, a storyteller whose voice found refuge in the tactile comfort of sculpting. Each one is named "Poet Poppet" because they begin as poetry—they are born from the verses of my life, painted with the colours of my emotions, and shaped in the moods of my days.
As you bring a Poet Poppet into your home, you're not just placing a sculpture by your curtains or setting it beside your fireplace. You are giving a piece of my soul a new home. You are recognising and embracing the stories embedded in their forms. Please, let them resonate with your space and spirit, and remember, they are not just decoration—they are my loves, my losses, and my longing encapsulated in clay.
This series, which I lovingly call "Be My Home, Be My Lover," invites you to meld your world with mine—to find a place for my stories in your rooms, on your walls, and amidst your everyday.
Thank you for letting my girls, my stories, be a part of your world.