After the fifth biannual sculpture experience, I thought of combining text with sculpture, and wished to work with that structure as well.
I had an idea in mind that included circles on a wall. That was the first nurturing hint, which resulted into these circular forms.
There were sentences I wanted to use in my works; short sentences about human relations.
L had some noted and was searching for more, when I found the main source of these kinds of sentences; short massages we exchange daily, either by SMS or via the internet. I began to take notes of those I liked, selected a few and simplified them.
Most of them were in “FINGLISH”(writing in Persian, using English alphabet). Both writing them in Persian letters and translating them into English, distanced them from their real meaning. So I used them, the way they were. I too, preferred it like that. No matter how funny it seems, it’s still real. Everyone, from university professors to taxi drivers, use it like that.
Paintings were added later on. I hadn’t planned them; I only did some etudes for the surface of my work. After various etudes, I finally concluded to paintings, and this kind of it. I drew them and this is how they look, after having passed through a computer process and printed. I realized that I really like painting as well. My whole piece changed a lot and came out as you can see.
Hamed Rashtian’s figures are neither alien nor alienated. Instead they engage in solitude and isolation — two qualities that suggest a removal from the popular culture of media. Nobody wants to feel alone, yet Hamed knows that feeling alone is the path to becoming an artist. He wants us to know these feelings are real. Put down the mobile phone, shut off the computer. Just hold your head in your hands — and learn to be real. Get a sense of yourself, even as the stars flow by and the planets waver in the galaxy. Be real! Hamed Rashtian is giving us this message. His art is about the spectre of lost individuality and the need to regain it. His tondos and pictorial emblems are made of digital stardust and tears. He wants to tell the truth, but knows that even those who understand will hide away. The fierceness of truth augments his feelings of isolation. Yet Hamed continues to move ahead. He never stops believing that his point of view is real. It emanates from a Persian heart and the mind that strives to tell the truth, even if that truth is filled with irony and desolation. His art is about the self imagining a better world. His art takes us on a journey where we explore thoughts and sensations that give us a sense of real being and fulfillment in the world.
Robert C. Morgan