From the plan of Ferdowsi, the brothers, and Mohammad Reza Shajarian, a woman arose named “Iran” who wanted to engrave the name of this land on the tablet of time and immortalize the beautiful image of the country and its noble people on the pages of history with the eternal pen.

“Iran, a greeting from the land of Khorasan, became the unconscious painter of the history of a land whose inhabitants lived in the Shahnameh and saw themselves reflected in his art. He, who in 1315 solar year, in the month of Seneb (September), emerged from the soil of art, free from any framework, created a unique style called “Iranian Darvishism” in the art of painting. He is known as Salvador Dali, but according to himself, this Spanish painter was a painter of light, and this element had no place in Salvador Dali’s works.”

I became acquainted with Lady Iran Banu at the home of Simin Bahbahani. The night I hurriedly left work to attend the Nowruz holiday party, I ended up at the home of the lady of Iranian poetry, and was honored to meet Mrs. Doroudi. I arrived very late to the party that night and was one of the last guests to leave. That memorable night, while sitting next to dear Simin, Mrs. Bahbahani asked me to recite a poem from the Shahnameh for Mrs. Doroudi and Mr. (Mahmoud) Doulatabadi, who were very moved by my recitation. That night, the joy of friendship led to a deep connection with the legendary Iranian painter.

After that, when Mrs. Darvoudi wanted to return to their home, I told her that I would take them and Iran kindly accepted and on the way, I recited a poem for them. When we arrived at their home, they asked me to wait for a bit and asked their servant to bring me the newly published book “In the Distance of Two Points”. I, who was immersed in excitement and joy, simply said to Mrs. Iran, “Can I become friends with you and remain friends and see you again?” And they accepted my friendship request and thus, a new chapter began in my life. A chapter that I named “Training My Eyes to See Deeper”. From then on, I would often visit them and Mrs. Darvoudi taught me how to train my eyes to see paintings correctly. As a poet and an imagist, and with my language of poetry being acaric (ancient), I felt a deep connection with the artworks and the

Iran was a special creation of God; in a way that in His creation, He had a special intention to bestow upon it what was necessary for love and living in a loving manner. A woman who, despite her greatness, never forgot that her art of living was in honoring her femininity, and in everything she did, she spread love. She lived among people and the image that remains in my mind is that of a woman who was a lover of humanity; a person whom I cannot recall anyone, of any age or social class, ever trying to meet and being denied the opportunity. In short, it can be said that she was a lover of life, and that’s all.

He always swears by the light and this spiritual belief was always evident in his paintings.

Spending time with the Iranian painter lady was not counted as part of my life. It seemed like a merciful gaze from God, teaching me how to live through art and never forget that art and the ability to create it is a power that should first and foremost guide a person towards a life of art and inspire them to reach the heights of humanity. May the Iranian thought be a guiding light for all lives, illuminating their thinking and way of life.