Painting Solo Exhibition By Reza Sadeghi
October 20-27 , 2017
The world is my imagination (Arthur Schopenhauer)
Since a ruffed and an unintelligent will is rooted in the essence of man's being, life is often filled with suffering. It's all because this will is always remained unsatisfied. The pleasures of life are not good in their own senses of being, because occasionally comes the arrival of the moments which are not claimed by dissatisfaction. But, these content moments will face an end rather too quickly, and replaces with the same old suffering and fatigue that will attend us to death. Moreover, the man itself will enhance these feelings. Routine and repetition in fact are so intertwined with man's life that one could say they eventually become a part of him and in their absence, life loses its definition.
Here, it is attempted to look over at the routine and dissatisfaction of one's life in a different point of view, no matter in what circumstances.