{"id":3763,"date":"2015-12-03T12:44:47","date_gmt":"2015-12-03T20:44:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/?p=3763"},"modified":"2015-12-04T03:12:16","modified_gmt":"2015-12-04T11:12:16","slug":"ma-liberte","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/?p=3763","title":{"rendered":"Ma Libert\u00e9"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I met Farnaz Zabetian at her home, she was surrounded by other women.  As we talked, more of them came out from every corner of the room.  Some lay on the floor while I could see others in the living room. Farnaz\u2019s facial features were in most of them, her long black hair and beautiful dark eyes. I could not stop looking at their eyes.<br \/>\n<div id=\"attachment_3767\" style=\"width: 248px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/The_Beginning_The_End_C.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3767\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/The_Beginning_The_End_C-238x300.jpg\" alt=\"The Beginning, The End\" width=\"238\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3767\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/The_Beginning_The_End_C-238x300.jpg 238w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/The_Beginning_The_End_C-813x1024.jpg 813w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/The_Beginning_The_End_C.jpg 1829w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 238px) 100vw, 238px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-3767\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Farnaz Zabetian, &#8220;The Beginning, The End,&#8221; oil on canvas, 48&#8243; x 60&#8243;<\/p><\/div><\/p>\n<p>Zabetian paints the women of her native <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Iran\" target=\"_blank\">Iran<\/a>. Each face conveys a great depth of emotion and hints at a lifetime of experience.  I felt a connection that grew stronger the more I looked at the paintings.   <\/p>\n<p>In \u201cThe Beginning, the End,\u201d  an attractive woman stares at us.  Her black dress strewn with small red roses has a tender femininity.  Her red lips seen through the black floral veil are inviting but her eyes are distant.  You can read in them a profound weariness and detachment.  Her pretty face may be a mask that conceals her unhappiness.<br \/>\nOnly by looking into her eyes can we understand her true feelings.  <\/p>\n<p>Zabetian has written a poem that accompanies this painting.   Translated from Persian, it says \u201d I told my mother, it\u2019s all over.  I said, it always happens before you think of it.\u201d  Zabetian is concerned with the struggles of women in<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Middle_East\" target=\"_blank\"> Middle Eastern<\/a> societies to fulfill the roles that are expected of them.  In order to appear strong and capable, they can suffer great pain within.  Her goal is to let us look into the interior of these brave women.<\/p>\n<p>When I was in<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Paris\" target=\"_blank\"> Paris<\/a>, I encountered a brave Middle Eastern woman who struggles with the expectations of society. It was in the movie \u201c<a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Wadjda\" target=\"_blank\">Wadjda<\/a>.\u201d Wadjda is a young <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Saudi_Arabia\" target=\"_blank\">Saudi<\/a> girl who dreams of having a  bike and racing against her friend Abdullah.  Wadjda\u2019s mother, with whom she has a warm relationship, rejects this scandalous idea. \u201cIf you ride a bike, you won\u2019t be able to have children,\u201d she warns her.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/3koigluYOH0\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Wadjda remains determined and tries various schemes to raise money for the bike.  She is thwarted at every turn.  Finally, she signs up for a competition at her school to chant verses from the <a href=\"https:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/Quran\" target=\"_blank\">Quran<\/a>. The prize will give her enough money to buy the bike.  Her mother teaches her how to chant.  At school her teachers are amazed at her sudden increase in piety. Her verses are concerned with love and compassion and she chants them beautifully.  She wins the competition but the headmistress takes away the prize when she learns that Wadjda intends to buy a bike.  Her mother is persuaded by Wadjda\u2019s determination and finally gives her the bike that she wants so much.<\/p>\n<p>In all the women that Zabetian paints, there is the spirit of a little girl like Wadjda.  They have dreams and aspirations for themselves like people everywhere.  As Wadjda\u2019s bicycle illustrates, they live in societies that have strongly enforced ideas of what roles are appropriate for women. Reconciling these social expectations with the need for self expression imposes burdens with consequences for themselves and the next generation that they are raising.<br \/>\n<div id=\"attachment_3781\" style=\"width: 233px\" class=\"wp-caption alignleft\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Tranquility_C.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3781\" src=\"http:\/\/www.chezarts.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Tranquility_C-223x300.jpg\" alt=\"&quot;Tranquility\" width=\"223\" height=\"300\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-3781\" srcset=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Tranquility_C-223x300.jpg 223w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Tranquility_C-761x1024.jpg 761w, https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/12\/Tranquility_C.jpg 1781w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 223px) 100vw, 223px\" \/><\/a><p id=\"caption-attachment-3781\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Farnaz Zabetian, &#8220;Tranquility,&#8221; oil on canvas, 36&#8243; x 48&#8243;<\/p><\/div><br \/>\nThe woman in \u201cTranquility\u201d resembles the one in the first painting but she is at peace.  She has let her guard down and  is lost in her own thoughts.  One suspects that this moment will quickly pass.  The full title of the work is \u201cTranquility is a square that has no corners.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The demands of the society constrain all of us, but most of all the Middle Eastern women that Zabetian depicts. The tension between having a connection to the society around you and the search for your individual freedom is an endless struggle, a paradox like the square that has no corners.<\/p>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"560\" height=\"315\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/-CusCZ6Yijo\" frameborder=\"0\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/p>\n\r\n\t<div style=\"\">\r\n\t\t<a href=\"http:\/\/twitter.com\/share\" class=\"twitter-share-button\" data-count=\"vertical\" data-text=\"Ma Libert\u00e9\" data-url=\"https:\/\/blog.chezmana.com\/?p=3763\" >Tweet<\/a>\r\n\t<\/div>\r\n\t<script type=\"text\/javascript\" src=\"http:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\"><\/script>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I met Farnaz Zabetian at her home, she was surrounded by other women. As we talked, more of them came out from every corner of the room. Some lay on the floor while I could see others in the living room. 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