The scattered memories of a distorted future

This series is about losing my faith in creation artwork. On January 8, 2020, when I found out the Ukrainian airplane had crashed in Tehran and all its 176 passengers and crew had died, I fell into a deep silence of grief and despair. Since then, different sorts of unfortunate events have come: political turbulence, a water crisis, recession, the immigration of my family members and friends, and the COVID pandemic to top it all off. When I wake up in the morning, I am like a demolished site, and everything seems to be in ruins: myself, my family, my friends, my relationships, my city, my country.