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A few months ago, the artist Farhad Moshiri received a curious
email. �SHello, Mr. Moshiri,� it read. �SI wish that you would
stop producing art.� A few weeks later, an article in a prominent
online arts magazine derided a body of work he showed at the
Frieze Art Fair as �Stoys for the anaesthetized new rich.� The
author, a fellow artist and gallerist, declared the assembled
pieces � a series of elaborately embroidered birds sparkling in
DayGlo colors, titled Fluffy Friends � �San insult to all
brave Iranians who have shed their blood for more freedom.� In a
final scabrous blow � it was only a few months after the contested
presidential elections of 2009 and all the bloodshed that ensued �
the author wrote that the artist had �Samputated his Iranian heart
and replaced it with a cash register.�
FORMS OF COMPENSATION is a series of 21 reproductions of iconic
modern and contemporary artworks, with an emphasis on sculptures,
paintings and prints by Arab and Iranian artists. The series was
commissioned by Babak Radboy for Bidoun Projects and produced in
Cairo by a range of craftspeople and auto mechanics in the
neighborhood surrounding the Townhouse Gallery.
First comes the drone of the sci-fi supercharged tamburas, fluxing
and oscillating, too high up in the mix for the bureaucrats and
professors at All India Radio, way too high. It's like the rush of
a marsh on a midsummer night with a million crickets, or the
howling wind stirring the power lines outside a cabin in backwoods
Idaho, or the hushed roar of the stream in front of a hermit's
cave above Dehradun: see the blue-throated god lying there,
recumbent and still, his eyes shut, the dangerous corpse of the
Overlord waiting for the dancing feet of his bloody, love-mad
consort.
On the morning of July 10, 2003, Umar Ibrahim Vadillo stood beside
the whitewashed brick facade of the Mosque of Granada and looked
out over the Darro River. Before him lay the ramparts of the
Alhambra, where five hundred years earlier the legions of King
Ferdinand and Queen Isabella had completed the
Reconquista of Moorish Spain. Beyond the Alhambra,
Vadillo saw the shores of the eurozone, and beyond them the
citadels of world finance: Brussels, Paris, Frankfurt, London; the
marble-floored temples where hedgefund managers, central bankers,
and currency speculators paced and traded and plotted. Vadillo had
been invited to Granada to celebrate the opening of the mosque,
the first to be built in the city since the fall of Al-Andalus;
the occasion was being marked by an ecumenical conference on the
theme of �SIslam in Europe.� Rather than invite some wizened imam
promising to build bridges, or a conciliatory local politician,
the organizers had invited Vadillo, a forty-sixyear- old convert
and a bookish interpreter of the relationship between Islam and
paper money, to deliver the keynote.
Sometime, in another life, in another world, he danced in the
nightclubs of Khartoum. There were women, lots of them. Empires,
kings, and presidents. He saw them all through the lens of a
brand-new Arriflex camera. He was the only person to own one in
Sudan. His name was Gadalla Gubara, and he was the father of
Sudanese cinema.
Nestled in a small street north of Amirkabir University in central
Tehran, Rasht 29 Art Club was once a legendary watering hole for
artists. It was launched at a time when there were precious few
places for artists to congregate. Although an Armenian-Iranian
artist by the name of Marcos Grigorian had run the groundbreaking
Gallery Esthetique from 1954 to 1960, and the Tehran Biennale had
been launched in 1958, the modern art scene in Iran didn�"t really
take off until the late 60s. Most initiatives lasted for a few
months or a couple of years, at most. And whatever they were like,
gallery spaces were not gathering places, but rather, more like
glorified living rooms � formal and regimented. What the Tehran
scene lacked was a place to talk about art and life till the wee
hours of the morning.
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Bazaar
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