Hair for a woman, more than anything else, is the embodiment of her soul. And that might be the cause whenever a woman is on the verge of a transformation or a mental transition, her hair is the first thing that should be changed.
In my country, Iran, women’s hair is more a matter of sexuality rather than anything personal and poetic as it is in Farsi literature; therefore, by the Islamic law, it should be covered in public places. But ironically, if the hair is cut, then no such rule is applied as if the hair has no life anymore. Even wigs can be made out of real hair and be sold in shops with no restrictions.
In this collection of portraits, I have invited a group of women who have had a haircut for any reason and photographed them with uncovered Hair. Then after printing their photos, I have sewed Iranian-Islamic patterns with the hair of each one, on their exposed parts of their hair. I’ve used the same subject that is the primary factor of censorship in my country, to censor itself in reverse.
In this collection, I am trying to attach the threads of hair, like the treads of the soul, to their real owners.