As the story goes, I was born in Tehran during one of the coldest nights of December month. I was only two years old when my family had to move to another town-Sabzevar in the Khorasan province. The town’s nature and pure beauty facinated all my senses in a way that I uncounsiously fell in love with it. For sure, I had no idea how I gradually learned to see, observe, enjoy, mourn and distinguish the differences between the various colours, figures, dimensions and their meanings. I guess, all the magic started at that time. My excitement to understand what was going on around me and my surroundings made all the shapes and colours come into life. Basically, they made me start drawing the thoughts of my feelings and what I was seeing both as realistic and unrealistic colourful images. The best of the best images that I still remember were the reflections of the sunlights on the colour gold of the Wheatfield close to my house , the variety of fish with their amazing colours and shapes that swam in our garden’s blue pond and the beautiful butterflies that flew all over my face and our garden. I assume that all those images found their home inside my soul and body in the end. Luckily with the all the ups and downs in my life, I consciously and enthusiastically opened my heart professionally to the philosophy of love for painting in my 30s. This love found its path through my fingers and hands into painting and drawing of what I have been seeing and feeling about life everyday since childhood until today. The road has always been rocky with a combination of tastes and colours of sadness, darkness, love, happiness and success. I strongly believe, painting has always helped me to heal my own and others pain and sarrow and also this precious gift has taught me how to celebrate life and how to become stronger as a woman.