The Shape Of Hope
The project began when I asked myself what hope might look like if it took on a physical form. Flowers became metaphor for resilience, renewal, and hope—a hope that approaches through fog and uncertainty but, once it reaches you, stays.
It opens a door through which light enters.
This felt like the right visual language for hope: arriving unexpectedly, slowly, and softly.
It emerged while I witnessed the wars in Gaza and across the Middle East. As someone born in Iran, the experience felt deeply painful. This process helped me move forward with hope growing inside me.
Flowers and fragments of nature dissolve into color, shape, and suggestion. Details fade, certainty recedes, and what remains is a sense of possibility.
