



A Dance Along the Way Back
tekijä Maryam Shokoohi · Den Haag, NL
| Kategoria | Painting |
| Vuosi | 2023 |
| Koko | 50 × 100 × 2 cm |
| Tekniikka | Oil color and soft pastel and acrylic |
| Tiedot | Signeerattu · Aitoustodistus · Kehystetty |
| Hinta | €6,000 |
In this work, I have sought to depict the ceaseless quest for meaning — an inner and outer journey through the currents of existence. The red fish, weaving its way back toward the ocean, is my symbol of the seeker: a fragile yet resilient being, moving through the turmoil of past and present, through pain and hope, in search of the boundless sea of being. The dance of colors and lines on the canvas mirrors the dance of our own souls — a relentless rhythm between memories and dreams, between the bitterness of wounds and the sweetness of living. On this path, neither the scars nor the joys can be cast aside; for both shape who we are. The expressive strokes, at once raw and tender, reflect the inner tension of a humanity that must embrace its contradictions to find meaning. The small but steadfast red fish reminds us: returning to the ocean is not an escape from the past, nor a denial of the present — it is the deep acceptance of everything we are. This painting is an invitation to dance — with all our pains, memories, and hopes — through the winding search toward the ocean of meaning. She dances… Amid the twists of pain and hope, in the memories of the past and the wounds of today… A little fish, still shimmering with a crimson flame in the heart of this boundless blue, daring to return to the ocean. As if the secret of meaning is just this: neither fleeing the pain, nor denying the past — but a graceful dance, right in the midst of all that is and all that is yet to come. Within the Waves The endless blue calls to me with a song that rises from the depths of being. My body, weary from the wounds of the journey, yet in my heart still glimmers a scarlet ember— a tiny spark that whispers through a thousand ruthless waves: Go… go to the very edge of the world. Each tear, each twist of pain, each memory that weighs upon my fins, becomes a note in this quiet dance — a dance that finds its meaning only in the heart of the storm. And I, small as I am, still I dance… for I know: the ocean is within me.
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