In the first years of my life in Hormuz Island, I fried my whole being with red soil many times. My intention since my first trip to Hormuz Island was to reveal its value while using this soil in works of art. These words gradually found symbolic and social concepts. Once, I walked, shopped and rode a bicycle in the streets and alleys of the city with a body and red clothes, just like mine workers. The question was created. History reveals the answer.
روزی هفت دختر از چهارده دختر در ساحل آواز میخواندند. شادت بگردوم …