VIDEPOEMS

To us NYU film graduates, high production values are almost equal to ethics and principles. After three and a half years of having "Ice cream"  my first feature in post production I realized I have lost "time" waiting for finances to come to be able to finish Ice cream. This has been the issue for many of my colleagues who wanted to make REAL MOVIES. So I decided, in the meantime I will shoot my life on my iphone or Canon 70D as I go, when I can and where I can and I will try to finish up biweekly or monthly video projects, freestyle, almost in form of a poem. You might notice sound pops, imperfect cuts and abstract narratives in these pieces and although those are conscious and some intentional, the only reason I make these videos is that they actually make me happy. They are very personal creative projects and they give me a chance to express myself and exercise my craft, without worrying about industry standards and three act structure and so on and so forth. 

 

 

February 2016 - This is my first videopoem. It was winter and I had just gotten back from Tehran. To Brooklyn, the first or second place where I live. 

 

 

Mid-february 2016 - It turned out, it's not too cold a winter, I found a job to make videos for kids' literature books. Seeds of sentiments for a precious one I left behind in Tehran slowly growing. I'm living well. 

 

 

End of February 2016 - I am still thinking about time and crazy useless pace of Metroplises like NYC or Tehran. Now I have a decent paying job as an assistant editor with a commercial company in Soho. A diverse colorful atmosphere of work and creativity with constant pressure of time and money. But things look damn good in Decon. In New York, whenever you look up, there are airplanes in the sky. Motrocycles in Tehran kill my ears. There is always some sound/ Noise. Between all this, Was I missing something precious to my heart. 

 

March 2016 - I suddenly make a bold decision. I'll risk the job. I will go to Tehran. One week before I fly things get muddy. I spend a whole day returning souvenirs I bought. Feeling vulnerable.

 

 

March & April 2016 - Bahareh comes to Brooklyn a few days from Tehran. We were both deeply thinking. I eventually fly to Tehran. I think things are still muddy. Then I go to Tbilisi. I come back to Tehran with my German travel-mate from Georgia. A slightly broken heart also hanging from my brain. going and coming and going and coming and going and coming. Mankind has had no enemy worse than airplanes. Laurie Anderson says: "They come from the air". I lost my job. 

 

 

Music / Sound design are chosen from parts of Kamron Saniee's compositions.

April 2016 - I return to Brooklyn. I am dark. I work. I fuck up. I need to breathe. 

 

 

May 2016 - I leave for California to work on "Ice cream"'s animation, we have a week of hectic work with Amir and then I head to Mammoth Lakes fllm festival with Kristen. Mammoth has generous nature and humble trails, hot springs and unabashed colors. I indulge. 

June 2016 - It ends. It's June, it's hot. I join Tinder. Which is dark. Work is going slow, which could be dark, but now I'm too used to it and I am actually creatively at a very good spot. Bahar and I are going to collaborate on videopems. We'd like to talk about endings in our first.

July 2016