I was 46 years old when I had to leave Iran. Involuntary immigration pushed me into an ocean of loneliness, confusion and depression. I felt lost in my new home in the West and that caused me to especially cherish my childhood memories. Indeed, these silent memories kept me alive and motivated to fight for my future and that of other immigrants.

My obsession with memories eventually led me to try, however feebly, to recreate my memories of Iran through miniature art. The result is a miscellany of dolls and miniature furniture, as well as clay sculptures, paintings and embroideries, ceramics and floral arrangements that I either bought during my trips or I created myself. They represent my way of reliving my wonderful childhood in silence and my attempt to communicate in my new home in the United States.

This website contains 20 installations, each representing a scene of Persian life, accompanied by my descriptions of what I saw and felt some 50 years ago in a then little-known third world country—a land I badly miss and for which I have suffered plenty.

I hope this ointment I have created for my wounded heart might help other Persians to relive their past and to give others a glimpse of a complex 3,000-year-old culture.

Thanks for visiting. Your comments are always welcome.

Niccu

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