My journey into the world of art and painting began before I even understood its meaning. As a four-year-old, I instinctively recognized the perspective in an architectural plan drawn by my father. Without hesitation, I sketched a top-view scene of a four-person family inside a kitchen—right on the delicate drafting paper he had spent days perfecting for a client. That unexpected moment of artistic intuition was a turning point. Instead of frustration, my father felt immense joy, preserving that little drawing among his old books and blueprints, where it still remains today.

Oil painting on canvas, 2002

From that day forward, my parents nurtured my artistic vision. I studied under distinguished art teachers, refining my skills, yet when the time came to choose a career, I followed a different path—architecture. Throughout my childhood and teenage years, I participated in numerous art competitions, always securing first place. My parents would proudly share my achievements, celebrating every award as if it were their own. But deep down, I knew my artistic journey was far from over.

Oil Painting on canvas, 2005

Even while immersed in architecture—first in art school, then at university—painting never left me. It became more than a skill; it was my language, my escape, my way of making sense of the world. I experimented relentlessly, searching for my own artistic voice, torn between structure and spontaneity.

A few years ago, I moved from Iran to London to pursue a Master’s in Architecture. The transition was overwhelming—adapting to a new culture, building a life from scratch, navigating challenges as a Persian woman in a foreign city. Yet, through it all, one thing remained constant: my passion for art. I dreamed of rekindling my creative journey, of painting again—not just for myself, but to share my vision with the world.

Pastels&Colored pencil on board, 2007