I was born in Tehran, at a hospital along Karim-khan Zand’s bridge: Zand1 was the fair king, who never ruled Khorasan2 Nation.

I learnt about art, sitting in my uncles’3 atelier at Nouri (light) street: Those moments, are the source of my inspiration.

I ran on grass, jumped over brooks, and learnt about friendship at Griffin close: It was here, that I made my first mythical creation.

I lived along Shariati4 road and studied under Hafiz5 bridge: Stories and poetry were remembered and forgotten while I learnt about polymerization6.

I traveled some continents, and ended up bathing in existence at the road leading to Baden7: Currently, questioning myself is my motivation.

Figure 1. Roads that shaped