{"id":17,"date":"2026-05-26T06:21:41","date_gmt":"2026-05-26T06:21:41","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/untitledfigure.com\/?p=17"},"modified":"2026-05-26T06:21:41","modified_gmt":"2026-05-26T06:21:41","slug":"a-world-made-of-exploding-light-glass-ice-and-pearl","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/untitledfigure.com\/?p=17","title":{"rendered":"A World Made of Exploding Light, Glass, Ice, and Pearl"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Imagine you are seated inside a spacecraft that has been drifting aimlessly through space for years. Then one day, without warning, a radiant shimmer of multicoloured light streams through the window and settles gently upon your face. Startled, you rush toward the window and gaze outside in awe\u2014only to realize that you have entered an entirely new world.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A world of exploding light, of glass, ice, and pearl.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A world of silence and profound horizons.<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">A crystalline world where flowers are human, and humans are absent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">This is my experience of gazing at the paintings of Iran Darroudi.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Some artists paint what they see; others paint what they feel. Darroudi, in my view, first <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">sees<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"> what she feels\u2014and only then paints it. Perhaps this is because the distance between the artist and the art is so small\u2026 sometimes nonexistent.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Even if you strip away certain imposed elements\u2014like overt displays of patriotism, hints of Eastern mysticism, or the poetic titles\u2014you are still left with an entire universe of pure feeling.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Yet, she herself seems to mistakenly attribute her recognition to external influences. For instance, the poem Ahmad Shamlou wrote as the introduction to her first collection\u2014aside from the single line, <\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u201cWe did not ask you to depict it\u201d<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">\u2014does little, in my opinion, but diminish the spirit of modern poetry.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Bride of Memory<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, by Iran Darroudi<\/span><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\"><br \/>\n<\/span><i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Cold<\/span><\/i><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">, by Iran Darroudi<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">I often find myself thinking: if one day I were fortunate enough to own a piece of Darroudi\u2019s work, I would hang it somewhere beyond my room, on a vast wall. A place where, when all the lights are turned off and the city falls silent, the moonlight could fall upon it\u2014bringing it to life\u2014while I drift to sleep, gazing at it.<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-weight: 400;\">Perhaps then, I too would enter that world of exploding light, glass, ice, and pearl.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Imagine you are seated inside a spacecraft that has been drifting aimlessly through space for years. Then one day, without warning, a radiant shimmer of multicoloured light streams through the window and settles gently upon your face. 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