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Waiting for the moments to pass, the soldier scans the horizon hoping that something will happen. He starts seeing some unidentified flying objects approaching him , which remind him of his childhood. He is excited but scared of the unknown.

Do you know where I can find the Harpsichord?

The blade was turning loudly, cutting through a steal which was supposed to become a part of a huge branch. A few yards further, up the wooden stairs, a guy was asking a young girl to start wearing purple for him. He was demanding it so nicely in a melodic form that I told myself :” If only these people could talk to me in that language! The whole journey would be different! “ .

The wheels of the big gate rolled beside me and I suddenly saw the crowd outside. A big band of trumpet players was standing behind the gate in their suits, each playing their own melody. A big guy howled from the interior and the trumpet players shut the door to us.

I often ask myself: “What happened that this happened!?” . I climb the mountains every morning to join a group of people to celebrate the 75th anniversary of “creativity in the mountains”. Sometimes I think it’s all a dream; that the fairies who were flying down the mountains last night were just my hallucination; imaginary watercolor paintings of my mind. At nights when I hear the first whistle of the train I say good night to my day but there are still a lot of sounds calling me out there. On july 23th , I saw a woman who was looking for her children among the long lawns. She was carrying a child's dress that she has made it for them.

On the morning of july 24th as I was opening the entrance gate I told my child: “ Look man! I always start the day with the yellow key.” and he ran to the war zone. I saw a bunch of men in black who were looking for a harpsichord on the loading dock. They asked me if I know what it looks like.

Is that all real or unreal? Is that a sweet dream or is that another moment of my surreal life in the mountains?

Everything is Something Else....

What's real and what's surreal ? Are you a human dreaming you're a butterfly or a butterfly dreaming that it's human?

Sketch No. 2

Location: Mountain

Sketch No. 1

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Each child has his own dreams. These dreams may or may not become his reality in future. The small 2" toy might become his love in future and the tiny little sand house is going to be replaced by a real shelter; A`real house.

Our Life is the juxtaposition of the dreams we had since the early years of our childhood.

The small plastic toys gave me a chance to look at them in silence for a few months. They helped me visualize the darkest memories and dreams of my childhood through a fantasy world that eventually turned most of those bad moments into a nice imaginary world which might gradually replace the dark traces of childhood.

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HighWay

i’ll raise my child in a bus,
and we’ll drive along the road.

my son will recognize me,
although I’m a mom with dark hair.

A test to be continued

This is a test, using the still images and some old footages which has been taken before and at shooting for the stop-motion part of my latest animation. The final film will be a combination of stop-motion, cut-out and drawings.

It's a story about an ageless man who is celebrating his birthday.

The voices, images and sounds are done by me and my friends as a test (except the Birthday melody) . It's just to see how the whole idea works together. There will be two final versions in French and Farsi( persian).

The animation is being shot in 16m and will be transfered digitaly for the post production.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1WtTqR64-j0