Cities… They bend people and shape their life, imposing a certain pattern as the only way of survival. As my antagonistic relationship with the city grew, Hip-Hop and street art were the first channels to give me a voice among its suffocating noise: I could create my own unique motifs while weaving into the inescapable larger pattern. As of now, music and art serve as mediums to rediscover my relation to myself, other humans and nature.

There is a certain order in rapping on urban beats in Farsi, chanting in an unknown language on mystic soundscapes and putting together moving images to accompany it all. What unites them is my endeavour to survive the concrete laws of the city while trying to find my way back to a world of epic fantasy that was as real to me as the 90s’ war-torn cities of Iran: Where heroes and heroines fought for good or evil wielding swords and casting magic, where dragons and phoenixes flied and the trees walked and the stones talked.