Eyes Dazzle as they Search for The Truth [2022]

Text by David Campany
Digital Exhibtion, Foam Museum


How could the sound of a 35mm camera shutter attract the attention of a protestor in a crowd? As if the photographer used a megaphone to say, “One, Two, Three, Cheese...“ and some participants gazed out of the atmosphere to stare at the camera. I want to find my suspects like a detective among the revolutionaries of Iran in 1978-1979. The Iranian revolution stands as a paramount milestone in the Middle East over the past five decades, exerting multifaceted ramifications that have reverberated throughout the region. This project highlights individuals who looked out from among the masses at a crucial moment in history and stared into the lens of a camera. The photographer is usually the one who is in control of the image being captured. The photographer chooses the mise-en-scène by choosing their position. The anticipated relationship has been reversed in these photographs, as the photographer was influenced by the crowds and the eyes that turned towards the camera. As if the subject and object had exchanged places. This reversal of roles had a significant impact, as the people themselves took on the task of capturing the image with their gaze rather than the camera turning towards them. Photographing through a magnifying loupe provided an allegory for extracting photographs of the revolution and bringing them to the present moment. The magnifying loupe acted as a bridge that connected me to the revolutionaries. It seems that their gaze has been waiting for my eyes for decades, filtering through a multitude of lenses and eyes before reaching me. They wanted to be recorded in history by a camera, and I tried to honor their desire for immortality.





 Ashes and Snow [2023]I look at their bodies covered in blood, resting on a hospital floor in the darkness of a night as black as their eyes. A group of unknown adolescents whose identities remain unknown. A forgotten subjectivity, now lying somewhere between the visual testimony and the reconstruction of history, as I inevitably become the preserver of their last, cold gaze. The photos of this project were suggested to me by one of my friends, who bought them from a book and archive dealer in Iran. One hundred and twenty-three prints at  10 x 15 cm, to which several new photos were added later. While browsing the internet, I found a surprising photo David Burnett took during the 1979 Revolution in Iran. It depicted a scene from the protest, with one striking detail in Burnett's photo catching my attention — a man adorning a tattered coat with over thirty small snapshots of SAVAK secret police victims. The photographs attached to the old man's clothes were the same pictures I had.
The young people who had not grown old were no longer present, and a man in his 60s was carrying them. The violence of the images was intolerable, so I inverted them to negatives to make them showable. At the same time as the photographs were inverted, the young men in the images were ageing due to their greying hair. Young people who grew old earlier than they should have. Faces that, if they were alive, would resemble my inverted images today and the man in Burnett’s photo, with the only difference being their breath still encased in their chests. Thin and injured bodies were resting on the floor of a hospital in the darkness of the night, as black as their eyes and covered in blood. A group of unknown people whose identities are unknown to me. They leave me alone between the puzzle of photography and the reconstruction of history. The taunts that I can never answer, and I become the toy of their cold smile.


At the same time as the photographs were inverted, the young men in the images were ageing due to their greying hair. This new appearance of the corpses unconsciously reminded me of Zal, one of the mythological characters in Ferdowsi's Shahnameh.
Zāl was born in the eastern province of Sistan to a family of legendary warriors who served as generals in the Persian army. His snow-white hair led his parents to name him Zāl, the Persian word for albino. Due to this characteristic, he was immediately rejected by his father, who blamed the evil spirit for his son's appearance. It was ordered that Zāl be abandoned in the Alborz Mountains. Zāl is a symbol of both demons and fairies in the ancient culture of Persia.
Young people who grew old earlier than they should. Faces that, if they were alive in those days, would be similar to my inverse images today, with the difference that they could breathe. Thin and injured bodies, resting on the floor of a hospital in the darkness of the night as black as their eyes and covered in blood. A group of unknown people whose identities are unknown to me. They leave me alone between the game of photography and the reconstruction of history. The taunts that I can never answer, and I inevitably become the toy of their cold smile.



Defensive Readiness: Revised Edition [2025]



Fonderia 20.9 




Dear students, 

the sacred law of Islam emphasizes the necessity of maintaining readiness to defend against dangers that threaten Muslims and the Islamic community, and it has strongly commanded this. Danger, in its various military and non-military forms, threatens the country and your loved ones according to circumstances and geographical conditions The bitter memory of a clear example of danger, namely the imposed war in which our dear people heroically defended their independence, territorial integrity, human dignity, freedom, and values, is still present. The continuation of wars around the world, caused by the selfish ambitions of oppressive world powers, continues to expand, and nations are constantly under the pressure of the threats and attacks of the arrogant.

Resisting and confronting such threats, both individually and socially, requires familiarity with their importance and necessity. Defense should not remain disorganized. With the use of individual and group skills, knowledge and abilities in the field of relief and assistance, as well as the ability to use tools for saving lives—both one’s own and that of others—can be acquired.

In the first chapter of this book, the importance and necessity of defense from different aspects will be explained. In the second chapter, various topics will be presented, including how to protect yourselves in times of special conditions, such as ordinary and extraordinary attacks, and how to deal with them individually and collectively. This chapter will also address the importance of information security, the manner of providing relief and aid, and other related subjects.

In the third chapter, military defense will be introduced, including its tools for both individual and group organization, as outlined in the commands of the Sacred Law. The last section introduces weapons as tools for individual defense of life and others’ lives.

Subjects such as the use of fire extinguishers, weapons and how they function, relief and rescue, and collective defense are all part of this book. Of course, achieving mastery in these areas requires practice and greater experience, which is why special practical classes, held by the honorable instructors of the Basij Resistance Force, are conducted in the form of practical exercises.








A Man Spilled His Coffee and Blamed the Collapse of the West [2025]

The royal sofa is royalty stripped of its power. It sits heavy, overloaded with fake ornaments, trying to appear noble while already sagging at the joints. Its only claim to the word “royal” is the glitter of carved wood and the stiffness of velvet.

On Divar, Iran’s largest second hand marketplace, more than nine thousand of these thrones are listed for sale in Tehran alone. They multiply like unwanted memories, each one posted with the same tired promise: almost new, barely used, must go.

The irony is clear. People may still dream of kings, but they no longer dream of sitting like one. The royal sofa was never made for rest. It is an object to be endured, a performance of luxury rather than an experience of it. Even that performance has faded. Its ornate frame is too large for small apartments, its aesthetics too gaudy for contemporary taste, and its rigid structure too uncomfortable for everyday life. What remains is a heavy relic of aspiration, no longer desired yet still haunting the domestic stage.