« Beauty Will Save the World » Tribute to Dostoeivsky

The works of great painters inspire me, poets and musicians make me extremely jealous.The visual world has opened doors for me and mixes with light and color. Faced with beauty and perfection thanks to Dostoeivsky's notes. Beauty and perfection have become a mystery for me to discover and solve, it's like an alchemist struggle.What becomes worrying is their presence in our lives and once we become hypnotized by them, a life is short to indulge in beauty.

Obsession is painful and grace is fragile. But beauty and perfection have existed from the beginning in different forms, voices, sounds, similar and different images.The images sound and the words grow and form with us and if they attend, they thrive. But how to do this remains a mystery. We are witnessing beauty and perfection.

For me, painting is a workshop whose doors have been opened to me.To master the art of painting, you have to learn all its secrets. On the one hand, the knowledge of the different colors and their use, on the other hand, we have the language of painting and images. It takes a lot of time to master this and, in my opinion, the biggest difficulty that the soul of the artist is patience. I try to record dreams, ideas and what I see and hear through painting.

I see something and it moves me, it excites me, it is there with all its visible details, the light, the colors, the textures and all that surrounds it, but the image that I create is without the ecstasy. Sounds and voices are the first signs of every creature and the first sign of human presence is the most colorful and brilliant moment.The eye appears, the tongue reads, the ears hear and the mouth says.

Many things seem to have taken a long time to recreate. Sometimes hands are tools and sometimes we are tools in our hands.Tools make everything difficult. An external element becomes the link between my idea and myself. Dreams create words, sounds and images in our dreams. Ideas are born of words and images, sometimes, clarify words.

Beauty and perfection teach us words. Sometimes I see an image, good or bad, a shadow forms in my mind and slowly it gains color, but the color is as wild as words. For an artist, colors represent words and he uses the same sensitivity to colors that a poet uses to words. I'm striving for the moment, and as an artist, it's the burden that I wear, that I'm happy to bear, but in the end, my problem is not painting, but beauty and perfection, and my paintings are an incomplete picture.

- Vahid Mohammadi