Motion Vault

This is no ordinary gateway. These are the gates of the Inferno—the Inferno that takes shape upon entering this endless chamber, the very beating heart that gives life to the myth known as “I.” Meaningless forms are perpetually becoming entangled with one another, until, at last, they give birth to utterly coherent images of the mind, laden with human interpretations, before the eyes of those who are still “seeing.” In truth, these images arise within the unconscious of myself—the wandering Iranian artist, connected to the “collective unconscious of a world moving toward collapse”—and, more precisely, upon the walls that serve as the vital arteries of this almost entirely uploaded and digitized body of mine. There, they give birth to images that are profoundly strange, perpetually moving, and, at times, unmistakably infernal. I, the gatekeeper of this Inferno, invite you to draw ever closer to, and become ever more intimately united with, the wandering collective unconscious of my Iranian self, far from its homeland. Yet, as Dante knew, the Inferno is only the first gate of the journey, and the road through it leads upward.