 Haiku for the dream of flying

They're looking at us
We're lost in the loneliness of our dreams
From here to our dreams there's a dark long passage
Full of(loaded with) the sound of wind and waves
Devoid of man's voice
These people speak in their head
In their head they speak their mother tongue
In their head they dream in their mother tongue
This is the demise in the mother tongue
It was written somewhere "were do our voice go when we die?"
I believe voices of many would get lost in the raid(pour) of the silence of the ocean

This work is a memorial for all of those refugees who lose their dreams in the ocean

Painter and art director : Kamand Kavand 
Sound and 3D designer : Behrooz Seifi 
Story writer : Kimia Kavand 
Translation : Mehdi Bahrami

size:1080x1080


Lost in the nightmare

Blue is a mysterious color, weaving through emotions with poetic grace. It cradles us in serenity, like the depths of the sea or the sky. Yet in darker shades, it whispers of melancholy, echoing life’s bittersweet sorrows. Then, in a sudden shift, it becomes the hue of passion and longing, the color of love that runs deep and true. Blue dances on the edge of the soul, always surprising, always profound.

Blue is a mystery

Life, like the wind, can be fierce, bending us with its weight. Yet, resilience is found in the quiet strength to bend without breaking. It is not the absence of struggle but the courage to face it, to rise after every fall, and to trust in our capacity to heal and grow. In the moments when we feel most fragile, we discover the depth of our inner fortitude. True resilience is not merely surviving the storm, but learning to dance in its midst.

Valor

In the wild embrace of love's fire,
Our souls entwined, our desires inspire.
Like untamed beasts, our passion roars,
As the reins of control we release, no more.

Brush strokes of ecstasy paint our bodies,
In the canvas of passion, we become free.
Lost in the wilderness of our love's domain,
Where wild and untamed, we forever remain.

With every touch, a symphony of pleasure,
In the depths of desire, we find our treasure.
In our union, boundaries cease to exist,
As we surrender to love's wild twist.

So let the colors of passion run free,
In this artwork of love, forever we'll be.
With every stroke and every imprint,
A masterpiece of passion, wild and untamed.

Wild and untamed

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These flowers are the symbol of all women who have been hurt by gender-based violence throughout history.

This work was inspired by the "The handmaid's tale" series

Original physical paint : kamandkavand
Original music and 3D : behrooz seifi

1080 × 1080 ( ~54 sec )

Lost in the nightmare #2

Foundation

In the existential dance of life, pleasure and pain intertwine, performing a profound ballet. They are the twin threads that weave the tapestry of our existence, each serving as a necessary counterpoint to the other. Pleasure, a sweet melody, sings of joy, fulfillment, and the ecstasy of being, yet it is but a fleeting moment in the grand symphony of life. Pain, its somber counterpart, resonates with the raw, visceral notes of suffering and loss. However, it is through this dissonance that we truly come to know ourselves. In the crucible of pain, our true essence is revealed, our resilience tested, and our spirit forged. Together, pleasure and pain compose the existential sonnet of our lives, bearing testament to the beautiful, tragic, and ultimately triumphant journey of being human.

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