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اگر آن ترک شیرازی به دست آرددل ما را
ابه خال هندویش بخشم سمرقند وبخارا را

‘agar ‘ānTork-e Šīrāzī be dast ārad del-ē mā-rā
be xāl-ē Hendu-yaš baxšam Samarqand ō Boxārā-rā

بده ساقی می باقی که در جنتنخواهی یافت

کنار آب رکن آباد و گلگشت مصلارا

bedeh, sāqī,mey-ē bāqī ke dar jannat naxāhī yāft
kenār-ē āb-e Roknābād o golgašt-ē Mosallā-rā

فغان کاین لولیان شوخ شیرینکار شهرآشوب

چنان بردند صبر از دل که ترکانخوان یغما را

faqān k-īn lūliyān-ē šūx-e šīrīnkār-e šahrāšūb
čonān bordānd sabr az del ke Torkān xān-e yaqmā-rā
 عشق ناتمام ما جمال یار مستغنیاست

به آب و رنگ و خال و خط چهحاجت روی زیبا را
ze ‘ešq-ē nātamām-ē mā jamāl-ē yār mostaqnī-st
be āb ō rango xāl ō xat če hājat rūy-e zībā-rā?

If that Shirazi Turk would succeed in winning my heart
I’ll give up Samarkand and Bukhara, solely for her indian mole
Serve remained wine, Saki, cause you can’t find in the paradise
Such a place as Ruknabad’s stream and Musall’s gardens
Oh! these gypsies who are sweet and set the city to chaos
They drained heart from patience, as Turks take the pillages
My sweetheart’s beauty doesn’t need my imperfect love
How a beautiful face is in need of paint and powder and mole?

– Hafez, Divan3 – translation Hamed Dehongi

It was at the turn of the millennium that I met Sona my future wife, in the Shiraz home of her father, Bijan Khan Bahadori Kashkuli Qashqa’i, My father-in-law, who passed away in 2015, was Iran’s famous ‘Painter of the Wind’, whose work was dedicated to the now-lost nomad life of his Qashqa’i people, still inhabiting the mountains and plains of Shiraz Province during his youth. His great oeuvre of water colour paintings and pencil sketches spanned decades and his work was featured in many international exhibitions – it is preserved still in a dedicated museum as well as in the private collections of the rich and wealthy. Readers interested in his creative work and his Qashqa’i people will find a link to PDF file of the book I wrote about him (Qasqha’i Life, 2014) and a link to a documentary about his last days and legacy in the Books section of this website.

This website corner is dedicated to the paintings of his youngest daughter, Sona, who learned to observe the world and create pictures of it beside her father, spending long afternoons while squatting in front of large canvases, scattered out on the cool stones and under the shady trees of sun-filled backyards. After her high-school and ‘Miss Shiraz’ years, she slowly created her own style of painting, preferring oil paint to water colour, fusing old and new techniques. Much of her work from pre-digital days – which started later in Iran than in the West – has been scattered or lost. Much of what she created later she gifted away without giving mind to preserving an image for herself – in her spontaneous generosity and a-commercial purpose she is much like her late father. So, this website corner can only feature a few items of her still-available, recent work. It never crossed Sona’s mind – again a similarity with her father – that the paintings she creates, mostly at a whim or as a favour to some friend, may be valuable in their own right. But I see it differently and, now that at least one of us has a personal website, I dedicate this corner to her work – she has graciously given permission to here feature those paintings still accessible.

People interested in Sona’s work can follow, like and comment it on her Instagram account: sona.bahadori_art

Sona in her own words

‘Hello, I am Sona Bahadori from Iran. In my youth I was part of an artist family. My father was Iran’s ‘Painter of the Wind’ – he was called this because he painted the Qasqha’i nomads’ life on the wind-swept plains of Fars Province in the South West of Iran. My interest in colours comes from my father, but he painted in water colours and I prefer to paint in oil. In my paintings, I do not follow some school or style. Here are some of my paintings – I hope you will enjoy them and support me by following and liking them.

Natasha Philippovna

Natasha Philippovna

‘Natasha Philippovna’ (oil painting, 1998) ‘I saw your portrait this morning and I felt as though I recognized a face that I knew.’ – Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

Isis

10 Isis

‘Isis’ (oil painting, 2023) – ‘Isis, goddess of love and light, with wings outstretched, embracing the night. Her healing touch mends hearts that break. A celestial guardian, for her children’s sake.’

Life Still

Life Still

‘Life Still’ (oil painting, 2014) – ‘Where in this wide world can man find nobility without pride, friendship without envy, or beauty without vanity? Here where grace is laced with muscle and strength by gentleness confined. He serves without servility, he has fought without enmity. There is nothing so powerful, nothing less violent, there is nothing so quick, nothing more patient.’ – Robert Duncan, ‘The Horse’

Sunset

Sunset

‘Sunset’ (oil painting, 2022) – Αρπαγησόμεθα. ‘O setting sun! Though the time has come, I still warble under you, if none else does, unmitigated adoration’ – colour reproduction on cover of Wolfheze, Globus Horribilis (forthcoming)

Divine White

Divine White

‘Divine White’ (oil painting, 2023) – ‘True poetry, inspired by the Muse and her prime symbol, the moon, even today is a survival, or intuitive re-creation, of the ancient Goddess-worship.’ – Robert Graves, The White Goddess

How the West Was Won

How the West Was Won

‘How the West Was Won’ (oil painting, 2023) – ‘We spur to a land of no name, out-racing the storm-wind. We leap to the infinite dark like sparks from the anvil. Thou leadest, O God! All’s well with Thy troopers that follow.’ – Louise Guiney, ‘The Wild Ride’

Unseen

Unseen

‘Unseen’ (oil painting, 2023) – ‘[S]ilent move the feet of angels bright. Unseen they pour blessing and joy without ceasing on each bud and blossom and each sleeping bosom.’ – William Blake, ‘Night’

Kiss of Life

Kiss_of_Life

‘Kiss of Life’ (oil painting, 2023) – ‘Upon her lips, a secret lies – A ruby’s hue, a lustrous guise’ – Emily Dickinson, ‘The Ruby’s Secret’

Iberia

Ιberia

‘Iberia’ (water colour painting, 2024) – ‘The eternal Paradise is in your homes,
And if I had to choose, I would have chosen this’ – Ibn Khafaja, ‘People of Andalusia’

Flower Fairy

Flower_Fairy

‘Flower Fairy’ (oil painting, 2019) – Ewige Blumenkraft. ‘The cry of Flower Power echoes through the land. We shall not wilt. Let a thousand flowers bloom’ – black-and-white reproduction in Wolfheze, Rupes Nigra, p. 133.

Listening Rock

Listening_Rock

‘Listening Rock’ (after Filippo Palizzi, ‘Girl on the Rock in Sorrento’, oil painting, 2019) – ‘The world is deep, And deeper than the day could read. Deep is its woe. Joy deeper still than grief can be. Woe saith: “Hence, Go!” But joys all want eternity, want deep profound eternity’ – Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra

Winter Dreams

3 Winter Dreams

‘Winter Dreams’ (oil painting, 2017) – ‘Oh, how I long to capture this moment! To freeze time and make it last forever. For in this winter morning’s embrace, I find solace, peace, and a sense of belonging.’ – Marina Tsvetayeva, ‘Winter Morning’

Swan Song

Swan_Song_01

‘Swan Song’ (oil painting, 2018) – Carmen Cygni. ‘I will return to this Perfect Place of mine’ – black-and-white reproduction in Wolfheze, Rupes Nigra, p. 315.

‘Island’ (water colour painting, 2024) – ‘Sail forth, steer for the deep waters only, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all. O my brave soul! O farther sail!’ - Walt Whitman

Sky View

‘Sky View’ (oil painting, 2024) –
‘Sail forth, steer for the deep waters only, For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.
O my brave soul! O farther sail!’ - Walt Whitman

Earth

14 Earth

‘Earth’ (oil painting, 2024)

Earth rais’d up her head 

From the darkness dread and drear

Her light fled

Stony dread!

And her locks cover’d with grey despair

– William Blake, ‘Earth’s Answer’

Tulip Land

16 Tulip Land

(Watercolour painting, 2024)

And who on Earth would blame them

Those Dutch merchants prepared

To give up everything they owned

For the Pearl of Great Price

That is a tulip bulb

– Dennis O’Driscoll, ‘Tulipomania’

Pheasants

17 Pheasants

(Water colour painting, (2024)

A pheasant, hapless migrant, hyper-real

Dimorphic mateless, miraculously other and here

I catch a glimpse of myself in his wide-eyed searching for another self

My iterations hatched from the pupil of his yellow eye

Repeating, shrinking, and, just now

Cold and still as ice – and infinitely clear

– ‘Cock Pheasant’, Graham Mort

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November Model

18 November Model
(Ink on paper, 2024)

And when it came November I sought my heart and sighed

“Poor thing, do you remember?”

“What heart was that?” – it cried

- 'Autumn Valentine', Dorothy Parker
19 Snowscape

Snowscape

(Acryl on paper, 2024)

‘I am snow melting in your hand
Now we’ll never know
Never understand
How love can change the hardest things
Lift me up like a child on its swing
Oh, love will cover me
Forever
Oh, love will follow you
Forever
And ever’

– Sol Seppy, ‘I Am Snow’

20 Ash Earth

Ash World

Oil on canvas, 2024

Before I loved you, Love, nothing was my own

I wavered through the streets, among objects

Nothing mattered or had a name: the world was made of air, which waited

I knew rooms full of ashes, tunnels where the moon lived

Rough warehouses that growled ‘get lost’, questions that insisted in the sand

Everything was empty, dead, mute, fallen abandoned, and decayed
Inconceivably alien

It all belonged to someone else – to no one
Till your beauty and your poverty filled the autumn plentiful with gifts

– Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XXV