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Artist: Badri Valian

Studio: Badri Valian

Victoria Secret models will never show up in your heaven.
Title: Victoria Secret models will never show up in your heaven.
Description: Acrylic on Canvas
Media: Painting
Size: 36 x 24
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Contact Badri Valian



Phone: (650) 450-1866

2020  Showings

May 9 - 10 , Site: 380
26645 Altamont Road
Los Altos Hills, CA 94022


About Badri Valian

( Show location address : 26645 Altamont Road, Los Altos Hills, 94022, CA
Human body and its movements are the most intricate, sophisticated structures our eyes are exposed to. The fluidness and continuity of human movements along with the shapes the body takes during these movements, create a picture in our eyes full of smooth curves musically related to each other. This is what I try to capture in my work blending the body and its motions with music I hear and the rapture I feel in my mind . "Family Dreams" Project's statement : Today’s society is a conglomeration of children of yesterday. The children who witness the interactions and relations between their parents and other family members. The child’s memory is full of colors juxtaposing patterns shaped by the surrounding characters and deformed by their personalities. Reminiscing those memories bring tears to her eyes instead of smiles to her face. She finds her soul crushing under the pressure of pain, watching her mother’s detestable and odious treatment of her father. She sees her father desperately trying to bond the family together and to prevent its disintegration while the mother is ripping it apart with her unbearable sorrow, extreme anxieties, and hate. The mother’s shape is warped and distorted. The father is a collection of soft curves that do not belong to their rightful place and seem scattered and disoriented. The rest of the family fills gaps of the palette wherever the mother leaves them spaces to be and to breathe. And mother’s agitations force the children to swarm to any gaps they find in the palette where they can find some peace. Today, these children have grown to be adults. They see themselves as the harvest of what was sown years ago by those who touched their life. Recognizing the edicts of color and form, they try to portray on every palette, the story of a day of life, more sad than happy, long gone but still fresh in their mind and soul.