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"The Poet "









"The Poetic person"






"The Socially committed person"






The poem " Independance day"












"Il cielo stellato e la legge morale  dentro di noi"






Via delle Cinque Giornate no 6  Blue house








I had the use of via delle Cinque Giornate appartment from 1984/ to 1998 .  It had a huge terrace which needed work and renovation , it was a great place for having dinner parties and i had a few of them .... there were two fig trees which leaned into the terrace from other gardens .. ..
Here Riccardo Hamryn had told me "you should talk less" .... he was just a 30 year old like myself whose father had been a well known personality in football.  Riccardo had seen me hanging up the washing and had run up to me to say something , but then he didnt .... he just looked as if to say "you should know what i mean"!






This picture was taken by Eric Black who was a photographer from LA living in  San francisco.  Eric used to scratch his ears in a meaningful way !  I had rented a room to him but it hadnt been blue ... this was a special picture.  I introduced Eric to my friend Sabrina and they hit it off ....  I had spent many evenings at Sabrina's appartment because we were studying for an exam.  It was during one of these evenings when she told me about a beloved sister who used to live with her .  Her sister was handicapped and  had been in the care of the younger sister for many years.  She used to tell Sabrina in Italian "Siamo tutti unici ed irrepetibili" meaning that we were all individuals each of us was unique and not repeatable ....  I went to Calabria with Sabrina in 1992 and we visited her sisters grave ....  i had an abnormal experience that night while staying at her place .  Deep in the early hours something was pulling at my arm and wanting me to follow them /it .... i was very frightened and left the next day not wanting to explain any thing, and Sabrina must have thought i was rude for wanting to leave all of a sudden.  I was glad when later on she told me that she had gone to the States to visit Eric.  She went on to teach special needs children .... 








Giovanni Bogani was a young man who was studying at the uni and had written and published some  books in Italian , he came over to the Blue appartment and liked my frescoes but he said : Why didnt you do these paintings on paper or canvas .... it is a pity to have done them directly on the wall. he lived on via dello Statuto and was typically dispassionate as if he were an accountant.  I appreciated his comment.







This is a picture of my favorite painting which i called "Cosmopolitan Time" .  It was one which i had started to work on at the same time as i was working on many others .....  i took them forward  little by little and they formed into images i didnt even dream of.  I had hung up my jacket and a blouse on the wall just for fun and took a picture of this.  Later on when i showed the picture to Mario Mariotti the floritine painter he said : "This is about a man and a woman" ! probably because of the hanging clothes.  I took the painting to Dubai and it was in the gallery Mondo Arte .  They lost the  painting and all Roberto and Anna Maria could tell me (the italian staff) was that they couldn't find it. And no one paid me for it.




Abstract Paintings 




 



Thank you Chagall !
acrylic on canvas 1.50x1.50 1985  Time Warp



Time Warp 1989/90
acrylic on canvas
1.50x1.50



 Abstract paintings in arabic (The 99 attributes)
























































Paris































Room with a view Florence and venice











Room in Venice





Lungo Arno




via di Mezzo/ Borgo Pinti










Internet Mania in the 90's
























The Sitting Room
The Bed Room
The Kitchen



Sitting Room and Hall











































































Robin and Me in the Red Sports Car












Blue house (via delle Cinque Giornate)

































Venice




Venice











Venice











San Geminiano




 Sea Pictures



















The Whales








The mermaids  and the under water cities







































water colour inspired from the film "Herz Aus Glas"















Viareggio casa di Silvia e Jacopo Pardini  2004











A Room with A view in Pietra Santa











 A Room with a view























 Family Pictures







Great grand father Shushtari and sons and daughters (To the right  is Saheb Sultan who is my mother  Mirza Beygum's and my aunt: Jahan's mother)







Mirza Beygum






Jahan






My cousin Ameneh , Jahan's daughter who introduced us to a lot of music 





My uncle Ishmael and his wife Ylva and my best friend Mooshie the cat


Theatre





Absolute Joy (inspired by the Vodka Brand Absolute)








The Poet
collageon paper









The Sipario







Feasting Cats





Waiting for .....







Singing friends




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