Behrouz Mayelzadeh

A beans can on an aristocratic dinner table Behrouz Mayelzadeh

Once upon a time under the blue dome, there was no one but you! And then, Fall is coming! With a chariot of gloomy men and women crawling up to the waist in fur. There is no trace of those playful devil girls with their hair blown away, nor of women who intentionally showing their stimulating curves in front of pedestrians' eyes. Even the centre of gravity of our attention turned from the delicate point of the navel on the abdomen and fell on the radiance of the eyes, which sometimes take meaninglessly a trace of a leaf, from a branch to fall on the rainy cold ground! Just like the rotation of the gravity centre of the globe under our feet, as you call it the autumnal equinox! There is no moderation in Fall! Whatever it is, it's unbalanced! From the fall of a yellow leaf to the glare of an anxious look. A look that turns and does not find! There is no moderation nor balance. In the Fall, there is an imaginary anxiety which must be related to the important point of the umbilicus on the abdomen of women, even with the disconnection between the eager eyes and the naked umbilicus! Fall is coming! And this is just a prelude! Behrooz Mayelzadeh