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May 7 – September 4 2021

Tirdad Hashemi

Wet Plastic Fragile Heart

Tirdad Hashemi was born in 1991 in Teheran, Iran. She lives and works between Paris, Teheran and Berlin.

In her works, whether on paper or canvas, often in small formats and depending on the means at hand, people agitate, congregate and break out. Sometimes they seem to free themselves from all constraints and conventions, and sometimes they suffocate on our rules of decorum, finally vomiting all over our well-meaning societies.

Tirdad Hashemi, Drops of honey are stuck on your body, 2020

Collage and pastel gras on paper
29,5 x 42 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, If corona don’t kill us we kill each other, 2020

Collage and pastel gras on paper
29,5 x 42 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, The difficult life of an easy girl, 2020

Collage and pastel on paper
29,5 x 42 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Traumatizing family, 2020

Collage and pastel gras on paper
29,5 x 42 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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In the tenuous spaces she creates, as in the interior of a bedroom, unspeakable desires are born, and overflow, and mingle. A community of individuals without borders and coming from multiple cultures arises. The scenes depicted become the territory of those that live in the margins, as well as the theatre of their struggles against intolerance. And there, they share lasting insomnias, weighty anxieties and common fights, claiming their right to exist, at least on paper. The formal perspectives, vacillating and complex, echo the intensity of the moments lived but above all the fragility of these same, almost unreal, instants.

Tirdad Hashemi, Who eats soul food for lunch, 2015

Mixed media on paper
29,5 x 42 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Good Wasted, 2015

Mixed media on paper
29,5 x 42 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Too sad, I won't tell, 2015

Mixed media on paper
29,5 x 42 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, When I try to throw away the past, 2015

Pastel on paper
29,7 x 40,5 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Anywhere you go, sad is sad, 2020

Pastel gras on paper
29,5 x 41,5 cm, framed 40 x 49 x 1 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, I got scared for the first time, 2020

Pastel gras on paper
29,5 x 41,5 cm, framed 41 x 47,5 x 1 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Snow in the throat, 2017

Pastel and pencil on paper
19,5 x 19,5 cm

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Whether in Paris, Berlin, Istanbul or Tehran, these characters are determined to free themselves from imposed societal, family or religious truths. Their identity is built from encounters and prohibitions. Instability creates their language, their energy, that of a generation made up of contradictions and schizophrenia where dreams and sometimes nightmares tell other stories and turn violence into tenderness.

Tirdad Hashemi, The tree of jealousy, 2014

Acrylic on canvas
70 x 50 cm
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Tirdad Hashemi, Even your delicate plastic knife could not cure my knife phobia, 2021

Mixed media on canvas
70 x 50 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Sweetheart, Your hair grows the crops of the loneliness plant, 2021

Mixed media on canvas
70 x 50 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, We have to talk, 2017

Felt pen on paper
diptych
20 x 20 cm, framed 22 x 22 x 3 cm each

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Tirdad Hashemi, 11 janvier, 2020

Felt pen and pastel on Canson paper
30 x 35 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, I have claustrophobia, 2020

Felt and pastel on paper
29,5 x 42 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Aaaah ça fait longtemps, 2015

Mixed media, pen and pastel on paper
32 x 21,5 cm

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“Painting, in my working process, always starts from a story and continues like a dream. Everything is always possible in sleep.”

Tirdad Hashemi, Jump in the air cause youth is over soon, 2015

Pen and pastel on paper
29,5 x 42 cm, framed 37,5 x 50 x 2,5 cm

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Tirdad Hashemi, Human Lunch Box, 2015

Felt pen and pastel on paper
21,5 x 31 cm

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Hashemi will never feel free from her home country, Iran, but somehow, she will remain a foreigner, a stranger wherever she goes. Art is her only necessity, her true home. The only place she can express fully. The only place where she can be at the same time herself and others, because in this space, everything is still possible.

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