Thanksgiving is approaching, and as always, I thank everyone around me—I love and appreciate you very much.
I thank my entire family and my parents for giving me life, raising me, and educating me.
I thank God for His wisdom and love for us.
I thank the land on which I stand today, which has given me shelter and helped me. I thank once again those people who are around me at this time and are my support, my encouragement, and the inspiration for my work.
Last week I was lucky enough to be among the participants of the festival NUIT BLANCHE TORONTO 2025.
Besides a sleepless night, a surge of emotions from the huge number of art installations and meeting the artists themselves, I still have an orange volunteer cap.
I was lucky enough to spend the night not far from me, in Humber Collage’s location.
Who was with me in this location? Tell me about yourself, write. I think you liked everything that happened there that night. I had the brightest and darkest red place. This is a beautiful installation by a wonderful Iranian artist, a professor at the University of Toronto, NILOO INALOUEI.
The installation was called Woven Words and carried the connection from the Global South to Turtle Island,conducted communication by fragments from contemporary Iranian poetry by filling .
Those who came to this location could touch the tightly woven fabric scraps that hung smoothly from the ceiling, find lovingly written poetic lines, and walk through them, feeling a connection with themselves. It was the most sensitive, tender, and pleasant location.
We were helped to create this beauty by the warm autumn weather outside, the huge number of Toronto residents interested in culture and art, and the wonderful aura that surrounded us.