Hana Hozhabr Pour

Unticipation for the sunrise

Mixed-media paintings on found acrylic sheets and canvases.

“The sun in my forehead. Trying to close my eyes, to be able to imagine youAs a sun that appears in my forehead.The symphony of ballad separates me from you.It takes a few minutes again to be able to concentrate onthe sounds of your instrument, that tried to make a barricade to harmonize what is between us.I remember that there was always a barrier in your journey,Never allowed to be seenNever allowed to be heard.I poured a drop of purple on my soul.Sixteen drops of black liquid to remember the sixteen years of your isolation(!)Imprisonment for your PeshmargayatyI swear that the beauty of your hair stands in front of death….It is a gesture for hidden truthsfor which there is no space here.I swear that the barricade you tried to build, was not for a ‘secured’ geography but documenting life. but documenting your painNot standing for a place,a region or religion,but for us and them.For whatever is between us that is sinking in the air.For those who didn’t have space, but they have fragmented memories Because of their skin color, because of our skin color.because of their gender, because of water’s gender.They are pushed against the walls; we are pushed against the border,I saw it with my naked eyes.”