I painted a city red at midnight and left it .

Since then, Tehran has become the reddest city in my world—brave, scarred, and feminine.

This performance project is a public artwork with hundred-meter plastic skin air bubbles. My true medium is time. Each meter takes hours to turn red, painted in different places, with red injected beneath the plastic’s skin. Transparent, it lays on any surface, revealing what lies beneath.

Red is the history of my body and life—from violence to maturity, from Persian carpets blooming with flowers to eroticism, from art to revolution.

I read the city and exposed myself to being read by the city. read my story, my fear, hopes, depression, excitement and tears, intolerance, joy, Desperation, Utopia, mistake, my anger, my pleasure and my pain and my pain.

This project has been archived by the people of the cities around the world, and I have archived the entire performance in my knees, in my hands, in my breaths.