Nikbanoo could hear the unified metallic army echoing through the flat desert. The silence of the desert was tangled with loud screaming and the horses’ running hooves. She could not believe her father’s glorious empire had fallen apart — so abruptly. Now all was gone except her, and their legacy. As the dust rose from her trembling footsteps, she began to see a grand summit amidst the khaki haze. Realizing the dead end she faced in the vast desert, the fear of capture overcame her entire body and resulted in shattering sobs. Nikbanoo cried out Ahura Mazda, asking for protection and asylum. In the nick of time, just then and just saving her, the mountain cracked open and gave her refuge from the conquering army. In the upcoming years, those passing by the deserted cliff are said to have seen the tip of her dress sticking out of the mountain, rippling in the hot, arid breeze. Ever since, there has been a holy spring emanating drop by drop from the heart of the mountain, tears of grief shed by its summit. A cave has been carved by pilgrims to bear the drops of water — its walls darkened by fire and incense.
In Land (installation view, excerpt: 1:38), 2016
Paint, Plexi Glass, Yarns, Video Projection
Running Time: 6 minutes on loop
In Land (installation view excerpt), 2016
To Proceed (excerpt: 1:17), 2016
Projected Video on Live Performance,
Running Time: Variable based on the gesture of the performer
Made in collaboration with Saman Tehrani
The duration of this performance is clued to the hand gesture of the performer and depending on that, the animated narration unfolds.