Year of creation | 2015 |
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Dimensions | 60 W × 80 H × 1 D cm |
Type of art | photography |
Genre | landscape |
To me, each tree, like a human-being, has a tale to tell. When a tree dies, a whole story is interrupted, a destiny is altered for the worse. I feel as if the trees, bundled at the back of trucks, are cursing us with their broken hands, wounded faces, and severed roots. Perhaps this is how we are led towards damnation, little by little stripped of our humanity, when man’s “abounding foliage moistened with the dew” is reduced to ash and smoke.
Ali Shokri was born in Tabriz in the summer of 1982 . The fifth child in a middle class Iranian family . He recalls from his late father that from the early age ,he was different to all his other siblings , fascination of nature and creatures were apparent in him from childhood. This fascination would be more manifested every summer when the family stayed in the summer house the family owned in the rural part of the city on the mountain slopes of the Mount Garadagh. I have started photography professionally since 2004