After Ten Years

Mehdi Sahabi’s enchanted mind is distinctively unique. He was passionate about casual application of mediums either disposable or customizable. Only he would manage to highly characterize wandering “figures” among “crashed cars” or paper faces with the least possible details, and using a pair of wooden laundry clamps and comb manufacture such believable “birds”. His mature multimedia attitude made him capable of creating plain yet genuine artworks devoid of exaggeration.

Without doubt anything that occurred to his multi-dimensional prolific mind would potentially turn into an artwork. Only looking through his eyes one may want to frame colorful appropriate and inappropriate “graffiti” and exuberantly relish sprayed vulgar scribbles on rough cement.

Over and above, he was loyal to all his series and none would actually terminate for him. A fraction of an eye of “Archamanian faces” might be captivated in a modern wooden wall sculpture or sometimes staring at the camera lens from under his layered “photo media”. His “paper faces” are constantly snooping around hued totems or posing in “personnel photos”. He believed most of his artworks are merely spontaneous and he has no statement for them. However, who can watch his jammed “crashed cars” yet does not feel the pain of wandering “figures” roaming about? I tend to think he was persistently commuting through his artworks, writings and translations. He would live with one while keeping an eye for the other. He would write with his volumes and he would illustrate his swamped mind in his works of translation as if by seeing one or reading another you may see the implications of the other.

Mojdeh Tabatabaei