Invisible loops
2012 – Tehran – Iran
In the middle of this age of the invisible recurrences, I decided to disclose the invisible and undo the recurrences. Our boring daily life recurs, again and again, but we cannot help passing by it. We have repeated ourselves in the self-experiencing of time; in the recurrences that became invisible, though filled our minutes. The minutes that rotated many sixty times to make the clocks and turned into life for us; the future that was cooked in the course of hours and hours of recurrences and recurrences and the stranded past that became hidden in the middle of recurrences and repetitions