Fatteme Pezeshki Moghadam. Looking for the lost childhood

In 1980, Iraqi leader Saddam Husain led his army in Iran. Instead of an easy victory and quick access to the oil fields of Chuzestan it was eight year bloody war.

In childhood, I remembered black and white short films from the Iraqi-Iranian border, especially the deadly victims of chemical attacks, the fight against bayonets, the positional war in trenches. Over one million victims. Huge material losses. The scenes at the front were reminiscent of the most cruel images of the First World War.Eight years of suffering without any solution. The real absurd of war.

In most beautiful Iranian film "Taste of Cherries,"of Abbas Kiarostami the main character speaks directly to the camera: tired of all this, I just want to die...I'm looking for someone who will help me commit suicide..In fact, it wanders off the periphery of Tehran not so much in search of an assistant, and in search of purpose and hope.This is hope in Iranian art, especially in visual arts -film and photography.

Ho Sadri, Alizade Mazdak, Reza Faridi, Mohhamad Eslami, Nana Bourghani, Amin Rahmani, Ali Hamed Haghdoust, Mohammad Ganjeh ...I follow them every day on the instagram. There are many others talented people .... maybe even more famous and recognized. It is difficult for the Slavs to recognize all these exotic names. This does not justify our ignorance in any way. Today we are looking at the Middle East through the prism of unwanted immigrants. In the end, only few of us know that the best Iranian pilots are fighting in Syria against terrorists.

But let's leave politics. Nothing so captivates the portrait of family, city, state like street photography. There is the whole truth about the surrounding world.

This truth I see in Fateme Pezeshki's photographs. She is generation 1989. In her work is everything that should be: strength, simplicity, beauty, sublime graphic form. But it is not surprising - she finally received a solid art education - she studied graphic design and painting (I had the opportunity to see her paintings - great). Currently working in school as a teachear of art.

Children and childhood are the main focus of her mobile fascination. In the narrow backyard, there are also elderly people. Sometimes older people are a bit like children. Here is a kind of circle - a magic circle of life and death.

Lets just say Fatteme itself:..like a tree in autumn, I exprienced what the trees in cold time, the most painful and excruciating pain after ma fathers loss, empty space after kim became even darker and nightmarish, causing paralyzing numbness...

...from being a child I quickly became hardly experienced by fate old person. Being at the death bed suddenly became a new born person. Having a phone with me I took the the direction of the city center. This was the beginning of my photography and catching up bits of life. I was wondering what I was really looking for? Until today I do not know! I do not know, maybe it was the search for this suddenly dead child. In the narrow streets of the city I once again experienced death and life!

I have never heard more powerful photo praise. I know one thing -the dramatic confession of Fatteme will accompany me long time in my photographic career.

Below I include some works and a link to Fateme Pezeshki Moghadam's photography-the rising star of Iranian photography. Let's remember that she is behind one of the world's best street photography services "Zonestreet"

http://www.instagram.com/shitme_pazeshki/