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An Indian-American artist Zarina Hashmi

Indian-American craftsman Zarina Hashmi, referred to expertly as 'Zarina,' spent a lifetime in fleetingness. Brought into the world in Aligarh, India, Zarina frequently went around the globe, settling and resettling in Bangkok, Tokyo, Delhi, Paris, Los Angeles, and New York. Her specialty connected principally with the Minimalist development, utilizing woodblock prints of crosshatched lines and unidentified shapes. Continuously, however, Zarina returned again to the physical and passionate characteristics of a home.

"I don't feel comfortable anyplace," she said, "However home follows me any place I go."

To mark her recent passing, Christie’s opened the South Asian Modern + Contemporary Art auction with a portfolio of seven Zarina prints.

Zarina's youth spun around her family's home in Aligarh, a space that would rouse her for quite a long time to come. At ten years of age, Zarina encountered the Partition of India that split the previous British state into present-day India and Pakistan. In spite of the fact that her family was incidentally dislodged by the change, they before long got back to a level of soundness on the Indian side of the line. In any case, the Partition left an enduring effect, one that workmanship pundit Holland Cotter proposes "cut her free from her foundations and frequented her life and work."

It was not until her mid 20s that Zarina started building up her imaginative style and topics. She procured a degree in science, joined a flying club, and figured out how to value city engineering from the tallness of the mists. These encounters drew her toward Minimalism, at that point in its post-war outset. Zarina took in printmaking strategies from Stanley William Hayter in Paris and Toshi Yoshida in Tokyo while going with her negotiator spouse.

Zarina started investigating the limit of printmaking, building up her unmistakable style in the wake of getting comfortable New York in the last part of the 1970s. She made prints with bits of driftwood, made three-dimensional figures with the mash of her paper, and utilized her specialty to investigate topics of seclusion, relocation, and home. Zarina additionally started breaking into a creative development that had recently been overwhelmed by men. Know more such interesting facts and events in the auction news section of auction daily.

Accessible in the coming Christie's bartering is a bunch of seven prints that Zarina executed in 1991. Named House with Four Walls, each print was pushed on hand tailored Nepalese paper and matched with lines of text. They recount a story that runs corresponding to Zarina's life: "Far away was a house with four dividers… On long Summer evenings everybody dozed/One night we heard the owl in the trees/The one-looked at servant said/We would need to move far away." Each print coordinates the expressions of the story, beginning with four unevenly-lined dividers that continuously merge into a bedlam of circles. The arrangement was finished during a residency at the Women's Studio Workshop in New York. It is offered with a gauge of USD 12,000 – $18,000.

Notwithstanding her continuous moves and possible foundation in the New York craftsmanship and scholastic scenes, Zarina kept on returning to subjects of home and having a place in her work. In a 2017 meeting with the Metropolitan Museum of Art, she thought about the job of misfortune in her life: "New York isn't my home, this is another person's home. I've lived here for a very long time yet my character is fundamentally that of an outcast."

Her 2004 Letters from Home arrangement unites the individual and aggregate loss of home. A guide of Manhattan, the floor plan of a house, and striking dark lines overlay individual letters of misfortune composed by Zarina's sister. One Letters from Home set arrived at GBP 50,000 (USD 64,800) at Christie's in 2014. The seven works, which opened the sale, arrived at well past their high gauge of GBP 18,000 (USD 23,300).

Costs for Zarina's specialty have consistently move with the turn of the century, an example steady with a developing worldwide appreciation for South Asian ladies craftsmen. A bunch of 22-karat gold leaf, paper, and ink pieces arrived at USD 53,625 at a 2014 Sotheby's closeout only two years after its consummation. Ongoing presentations at the Metropolitan Museum of Art, the Museum of Modern Art, the Guggenheim, and the Whitney Museum of American Art additionally supported Zarina's standing in the most recent long stretches of her life.

Zarina died recently after a long sickness. The craftsman who consistently cherished her own recollections is presently recalled by her companions, partners, and admirers. Dr. Mariah Lookman, a craftsman and South Asian workmanship student of history, reviewed a long and paramount evening of discussion. "As Zarina strolled us to the entryway in standard old-world design, we made due with the nearest expression we need to try not to bid farewell in India and Pakistan; phir milenge: we will meet once more."

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jacobwalkerjacob · 3 years

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An Indian-American artist Zarina Hashmi

"I don't feel comfortable anyplace," she said, "However home follows me any place I go."

To mark her recent passing, Christie’s opened the South Asian Modern + Contemporary Art auction with a portfolio of seven Zarina prints.

Media source: Auctiondaily

#auction #artist #auctionnews

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shushvera · 5 years

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*toy story shark vc* howdy howdy howdy ! i would like to make it known i’ve been unabashedly eyeing this since it opened ! anyway ! i’ve lost my ooc intro groove so we gonna move down to my ic intro down below:

oh hi there, welcome to holiday, VERA FLOROS. you’ve been here for TWO MONTHS? awesome! you look just like MARINA DIAMANDIS, it’s crazy. oh, so you’re a 30 year old ‘FORTUNE TELLER’/’MUSICIAN’. and you’re FEMALE and use SHE/HER? okay, just checking! oh, people say you’re INTUITIVE & DILIGENT but DECEITFUL & RASH? well, i’m sure that you can prove yourself here. you’re looking forward to the HALLOWEEN celebration? that’s a good one, you’ll love it. i have to get going now, bye! [fleur, 19, est, she/her]

i would like to start by saying i’ve played vera once (1 time) before and it was,, so much fun,, the dumbest smart person to exist. i’ve tweaked her bg a little (because..... that’s what happens when you read lucille ball’s autobiography that was SUMN.....), but ! who cares !

update: this got rly long so there’s a tl;dr at the bottom if that better floats your boat !

INTRO-WORTHY STATS

aka, stats that aren’t that deep™

FULL NAME: Vera Floros DOB: August 17th, 1989 AGE: thirty FROM: Abergavenny, Wales OCCUPATION: “fortune teller” & a musician who doesn’t understand marketing ORIENTATION: bisexual CLASS: middle class ( that inheritance kicked in ! )

BACKGROUND:

CHILDHOOD

triggers: parental death, brief mentions of child abuse

alright, vera was born to a very young couple in wales. they’d gotten married fresh out of high school and had a child (her) just two years later. that being said, for about two years after, her mother began distancing herself from the father... not because he was a bad guy, but he moved cities entirely and she was NOT about that.

to be perfectly redundant, for about two years, it was just vera and her mother.

grandparents weren’t about their daughter being married. at 18. did they help pay rent for a separate living space? until vera’s mom was 21, yes. but was she welcomed in their house? lmao!!!!!

THEN her father blew back into town. they reconnected, they both began working more so that vera’s mother didn’t have to rely on her own (we’ll get to her dad’s parent’s in a second).

vera, at the Tender Age of Three™ learned that she was a complete Daddy’s Girl™. although she loved her mom for obvious reasons, she connected with her dad on an entirely different level. he was fun! he was playful! he was young, but he was the perfect dad! he even told dad jokes! which she didn’t get until she was five because three year olds usually aren’t that smart! they did little ‘acrobatic’ things! it was cute and fun and good!

but? this is a roleplay character?

our man died from unexpected heart failure. the autopsy showed an abnormality that hadn’t previously been discovered, and we know our man rarely went to the doctor. vera was six at the time.

her mom: married at 18, mother at 20, widow at 26.

because she and her mom had never developed that Close Bond™, it was difficult for her mother to figure out how to... like... keep her from wandering around... because just telling her not to wasn’t working... so she was like “you know what.... a leash.”

we love ‘puppy’ by george saunders

so whenever her mom was at work and vera wasn’t in school, she was tied to a tree in the backyard.

cruel and unusual punishment!

eventually, her mom kind of just... threw in the towel... she left completely for a change of pace. she said she would be back and that vera would be under the care of her father’s parents in athens until then.

her father’s parents had always been more accepting of the young marriage. they’d been more supportive of them being young parents, in spite of her father having left for a while. they’d definitely been supportive of vera and her mother during that time because they were like “omg mood”

there were a few other kids under their care, all related or not. they did some work for her father’s parents, but nothing very laborious – just sort of... Bonding™ ja feel?

so her mom DID keep her promise and returned three years later when vera was nine. mind you, vera had never held any feelings of resentment towards her mother. when she was six, she... just didn’t get it. at nine, she was old enough to be like “i get u.”

BUT her mother DID get remarried. she didn’t resent her for that, but... she was not fond of the new husband. he wouldn’t accept the ‘dad’ title, was very stern, very serious, made her mom seem like an absolute joy, etc.

but her mom was in love, so what could she do? and then they had a son together, so what could she do? nothing.

that summer, to learn more Discipline™, vera was sent to live with her step-father’s parents in london. boy howdy, it was nothing like her father’s parents! they had a knack for pointing out flaws, induced actual laborious work, constantly quoted the bible at the worst of times, and thought that a single head nod was the equivalent of “good job!” there were a couple of other kids there too, but yikes.

TEENS ( *hang ten emoji* ) + COLLEGE

triggers: brief domestic abuse implications

early was filled with Drama™ surrounding her step-father’s parents and her step-father himself. the overall consensus was that he was not a dope dude, nor were his parents. vera’s mother filed for divorce and gained sole custody of their son (keeping in mind.... she basically already had sole custody of vera.... considering she was her only legal guardian left lmao)

after the divorce was filed, vera’s mother was like “u kno what. my parents hate me. my first husband is dead. my second husband was a douche. i have no reason to be here anymore.” so they went to the land of golden opportunity

but wound up in america instead

(joke patented by dr. doofenshmirtz)

vera, around sixteen at the time (y’all i’m figuring out ages as i go along bear with me), now attended some strange high-school where they were like “fahrenheit.”

by the way! it was in holiday! that’s important to note for possible future connections!

it wasn’t an unwelcome change, though. starting over... was nice...

but the problem was that she was like her father in that she always acted before she thought... which made her a very dumb smart person.

alright get ready for the single idea that drove this entire thing:

she majored in philosophy then was *pikachu shocked face* when she realized there were no jobs out there for philosophy majors.

ADULTHOOD

alright... so what do you do when you have no good opportunities for things in your major?

you would think you would do something like... idk... find a well-paying job that doesn’t require a major?

or maybe a job that just requires experience in ___?

or maybe a job that just requires a bachelor’s degree of any sort?

or maybe a job that doesn’t require a major, but would like a major similar to yours, thus giving you a leg up?

etc.?

lmao no. you go to new orleans and become one of many phony fortune tellers using the one good thing you got from your weird upbringing: easy analysis of body language.

in addition, you try to make something of your life through music, but have no clue what ‘marketing’ is because you really don’t understand social media and probably still have the egg as your twitter profile picture.

what do you mean print is out of style?

what do you mean no one listens to CDs anymore?

what do you mean garageband isn’t acceptable to record on?

that being said, it’s not like... she wasn’t good at it... i mean she was v good at it... but musician is in quotes because she has made NOTHING of her LIFE with it. DOES NOT UNDERSTAND MARKETING.

*sonic kid vc* WHEN WILL YOU LEARN? WHEN WILL YOU LEARN? *end vc*

she got some decent pay from being a ‘fortune teller,’ though. tourists totally flocked and using a fake russian accent helped, as did... just speaking a language they didn’t know while pretending to contact spirits...

at least she’s a good scam artist

can’t market very well, but could probs create the next big ponzi scheme

returned to holiday when she heard news from her brother that her mother had fallen ill.

honestly rest in peace.

is still around because... that’s her home! sentiment! also rip!

also marketing isn’t as hard in holiday so???

also testing fortune telling out in holiday is more interesting so???

DOPE.

PERSONALITY

either really dumb for a smart person or really smart for a dumb person.

still has a childlike trait tbh. i mean when ur growing up just laying beneath child labor laws, ur gonna have to become a kid again eventually.

really bad at technology for reasons unknown to... everyone, but really good at scams.

has not thought before she acted even ONCE.

hasn’t used her degree since she was 22. the closest she’s come is buying some misc. philosophy books and sharing tidbits with strangers.

“now this is a taoist anthem” - vera @ ‘soak up the sun’ by sheryl crow

so many ragrets.

will find a way to bring up she’s half greek in every conversation.

“and i’ve had mental illness since i was in middle school. good night.” - that video someone edited of professor tox

im so bad at personality sections but she’s got a fun one y’all one of the few characters i’ve played who’s had a Sad Backstory™ but wound up being a Fun And Comedic Character™

TL;DR

that was my first time ever writing this whole thing out, so it got real long. so we gonna give a tl;dr:

triggers: v brief mentions of parental death, brief mentions of child abuse, v brief implication of domestic abuse

born to a v young couple in wales. dad was like “brb” then he did, indeed, come rb. loved dad. but dad died when she was six lmao get wreckt this is a roleplay character.

mom was like “idk what 2 do” so she took notes from george saunders’s ‘puppy’ and just tied vera to a tree when she was gone adjsflka. went away for a while and vera stayed with her dad’s parent’s in greece. came back three years later and reunitedanditfeelssogood.mp3.

got married tho and vera was like “i don’t like this guy” and mom was like “i’m having his child.” lived with his parents over the next few summers. they almost violate child labor laws. like. just a hair more. hare? became source of any self-hatred lmao get wreckt

vera’s mom and step-dad divorced bc he was horrible and they moved to holiday when she was sixteen. she left for college when she was eighteen. she decided to major in philosophy which was a bad idea and the source of her entire character.

decided to become a phony fortune teller in new orleans instead of... idk... just getting a job that didn’t require a degree or sumn? pretty successful tho! talked in a fake russian accent around tourists bc? why not?

also did/does music but has no idea how marketing works. bad at social media. records things on garageband. an overall fool. good but a fool.

back in holiday bc mom died lmao get wreckt we’re an orphan now boizzzz

Sad But Rad™

WANTED CONNECTIONS

it’s 2:38AM as i write this part and i still have to go back and include a stats thing bc i love those then post ic but i’ll update this w/ some when im done i suppose?? but we do love brainstorming in this house!!

like this or hmu if you’d like to plot !

#holidcyintro #ok! i said this at the top of the intro but this accidentally got rly long so if reading it all doesn't float ur boat there's a tl;dr at #the bottom!

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New Post has been published on https://toldnews.com/world/the-iranian-artist-who-worked-with-warhol/

The Iranian artist who worked with Warhol

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Image caption The mirrored ceiling of the Shah Cheragh mausoleum, was Monir Farmanfarmaian’s biggest inspiration

Monir Farmanfarmaian looked up at the mosaic of mirrors that covered the mausoleum’s walls and ceiling. It was the moment that reshaped her artistic career.

“The very space seemed on fire, the lamps blazing in hundreds of thousands of reflections,” she would later write in her memoir. “I imagined myself standing inside a many-faceted diamond and looking out at the sun.

“It was a universe unto itself, architecture transformed into performance, all movement and fluid light, all solids fractured and dissolved in brilliance in space, in prayer. I was overwhelmed.”

The year was 1975, and the setting was the Shah Cheragh (King of Light) shrine in the Iranian city of Shiraz, that had been decorated in splintered mirrors since the 14th Century.

At the time she visited the shrine, Monir was already a recognised artist in the US and her native Iran, but the epiphany in Shiraz left her “fired up with ideas”, she wrote in her memoir, A Mirror Garden.

Monir left Iran and returned many times as the country underwent radical change over her life. But the influence of Iran, and of that moment, never left her work.

Monir Shahroudy Farmanfarmaian died on 20 April in Tehran, aged 97.

Monir Shahroudy, as she was born, was raised in the northern Iranian city of Qazvin among peach, almond and walnut trees. One of her earliest memories was of being chased through the bazaar by a camel she had unwisely decided to chide.

When she was seven, the family moved to Tehran, where her father had been elected to parliament, and young Monir got her first glimpse of the capital modernising under the Shah, Reza Shah Pahlavi.

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Image caption Monir Farmanfarmaian in her studio in 1975

Her first taste of art came in a once-a-week class in school, in which she was made to draw flowers or – on one confusing occasion – a jug sitting on a chair placed on a table.

“The teacher called this ‘still life’,” she wrote in A Mirror Garden. “It perplexed me at first, but still it was more fun than math.”

Monir Farmanfarmaian: A life in art

At the Fine Arts College of Tehran University, she met the man who would become her first husband, Manoucher. During World War Two, the couple moved to New York but it was a loveless marriage, with Monir making progress in her artistic studies and Manoucher holding a single-minded determination to become a famed artist.

“My role,” she wrote, “was to help that destiny along by providing financial support, unending praise, and gracious entertainment for any gallery owners and wielders of influence who crossed our path.”

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Image caption Pieces by Monir Farmanfarmaian displayed in Dubai in 2015

It was Monir herself who began to associate with artists of influence, spending time at the Tenth Street Club in Greenwich Village with Jackson Pollock, Mark Rothko and Willem de Kooning, among others.

Another soon-to-be-famous name crossed Monir’s path when she started her first main job as a fashion illustrator with department store Bonwit Teller. His name was Andy Warhol, who was then working as a shoe illustrator.

“Conversation was not his strong suit,” she said, “but we made a connection in spite of his ghostly shyness.”

That connection was made again years later when Warhol travelled to Iran to paint the Shah and his wife. During his trip, he gave Monir the gift of a Marilyn Monroe print.

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Image caption Warhol next to his “Princess of Iran” in 1977

Love – or at least the prospect of it – took Monir back to Iran in 1957, in the guise of Abol Farmanfarmaian, a man of aristocratic background who had babysat for her first daughter in New York.

With Monir’s divorce to her first husband finalised, she was wary, but welcomed the return to an evolving Iran 12 years after leaving. Just as the colours of Iran had never left her paintings of flowers, as her teachers noted, all her happy memories of her homeland had remained in place.

“I sat in a jet-lagged stupor and drank in the smells of home,” she wrote, “the sooty perfume of kerosene heaters with overtones of dill, parsley, fenugreek and aromatic rice that hinted at lunch, and the sourceless, ever-present mystery of rosewater. No, this was not New York. I was home.”

It was during this period back home, and during her long and happy marriage to Abol, that Monir flourished as an artist, beginning with her winning a gold medal for her display at the Iran Pavilion in the 1958 Venice Biennale.

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Monir had seen mirror mosaics before that day in the mausoleum in Shiraz – the style had been used elsewhere in Iran – but none had affected her in quite the same way. There was a practical reason for the style: centuries ago, mirrors that were imported from Europe had often broken by the time they had arrived, and so they were reused.

The style encouraged Monir to experiment: with shapes, with geometry, with building images up from their smallest fragments. Hexagons, the shape she later called “the softest form” that opened up more and more possibilities to link shapes, began to feature prominently in her work.

“I read up on Sufi cosmology and the arcane symbolism of shapes,” Monir wrote in A Mirror Garden, “how the universe is expressed through points and lines and angles, how form is born of numbers and the elements lock in the hexagon.”

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Monir’s research took her across Iran and her curiosity about her country grew.

She began learning from Iranian craftsmen trained in cutting mirrors like butter and in kneading plaster to make it pliable, and spent time with Turkmen silversmiths, studied an ancient observatory and worked alongside archaeologists. This week, one of Monir’s regular exhibitors, the Third Line gallery in Dubai, said she would always be known for her “eternally young and curious spirit”.

Over the years, Monir became an avid collector of fine silverwork and folk art from across Iran, buying 1,600 paintings on glass from artists across the Gulf.

But much of it would be lost years later, along with Monir’s own work and her Warhol print, as revolution swept Iran.

The Shah, Mohammed Reza Pahlavi, had led Iran through a programme of modernisation and Westernisation, but in doing so, he had alienated powerful religious and political forces.

After months of protests and strikes, the US-supported Shah and his family were forced to leave the country in January 1979. Two weeks later, Iran’s main spiritual leader, Ayatollah Ruhollah Khomeini, returned after 14 years in exile.

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Abol and Monir watched the Shah’s fall from New York, aware that Abol’s aristocratic background would make a return to Iran almost impossible.

Much of what they owned was now gone, they knew, as homes were seized by the authorities. “The best antiques and carpets found their way into the mullahs’ homes,” Monir wrote.

“Were my mirror mosaics hanging now on some mullah’s wall?” she wondered. “More than anything else, I regretted the loss of my drawings, not just because those sketchbooks had followed me all through my life, but damn it, they were really good.”

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Most of the last 40 years of Monir’s life were spent in New York, and eventually saw her work exhibited to larger and larger audiences. The biggest challenge she had to overcome, she told the Guardian in 2011, was getting people to view Iran differently.

“In America, after the revolution, after the [Gulf] war, nobody wanted to do anything with Iran,” she said. “None of the galleries wanted to talk to me. And after September 11 – my God. No way. Rather than being a woman, it was difficult just being Iranian.”

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Image caption Monir Farmanfarmaian in her workshop in Tehran

After Monir’s death, Middle East cultural historian Shiva Balaghi wrote that Monir and Abol would often walk by the Guggenheim Museum in New York as it was being built in the late 1950s. One day, Monir told Abol, she would exhibit her art there.

That day came in 2015, with one of her largest shows yet, Infinite Possibility. Abol, with whom she had another daughter, was not there to witness the show, having died of leukaemia in 1991.

There was time for one last move back to Iran, where Monir continued working with the craftsmen she so valued.

She was critical of the direction the country was taking, telling the Guardian in 2011 it was becoming “more devilish and more awful” with “these stupid Islamist things”. One work, Lightning for Neda, was produced in tribute to a young Iranian woman, Neda Agha-Soltan, shot dead during protests in 2009.

But her work had a receptive audience in Iran, and in 2017 the Monir Museum – the first Iranian museum dedicated to the works of a female artist – opened in Tehran. It was here that a memorial to Monir was held by her friends on Thursday.

“All my inspiration has come from Iran – it has always been my first love,” she said when the museum opened.

“When I travelled the deserts and the mountains, throughout my younger years, all that I saw and felt is now reflected in my art.”

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