wohlfühlen_ verb, reflexiv: sich wohlfühlen_ a textile installation weaving a personal narrative shaped by sensory-triggered memories, creating a space where embodiment and lived experience shift under the weight of displacement.
2025
The soft afternoon sun streamed through the lace curtains, casting shifting patterns on the walls. It was my first summer in Norway. Outside, the sky stretched endless and blue, with a small cloud that seemed to have been gently pushed toward the horizon by an unseen hand. The lace shadows danced across the walls of the room and over my body, and I was immersed in the pleasure of that moment—a boundless space wrapped in rare tranquility. I pulled the curtain slightly aside, A tiny island adrift in an endless silver sea, pine trees tangled in embrace, their roots deep in a world beyond reach. no longer knew where I was. displaced in both time and place.
Those hot afternoons at my grandmother’s house in Iran, when silence settled and sleep was expected— sleep never found me. My eyes tracing the landscape on posters pinned at the edges to the wall. A tiny island adrift in an endless silver sea, pine trees tangled in embrace, their roots deep in a world beyond reach. It was a place like no other, suspended outside of time. I built my home beneath those pines—where dreams took root, and sugar-spun romances melted in my heart. In their silent embrace, I imagined a world of wishes—a refuge stitched together from longing and dreams.
The installation includes textile pieces woven on a four-shaft loom. Within the fabric, a repeating pattern runs like the passage of time—steady, continuous—until a moment of memory is triggered. In that instant, the weft loosens, disrupting the rhythm, revealing the fragility of what is held and what slips away. A looping video projection fills the room, merging the slow dissolution of the weaving with the shifting reflections of water—a rhythm of emergence and erasure.