dancing in my bedroom

A grieving mother whose whole being gets stuck in a room of treasured belongings of her dead son. Her soul lingers and dances around the memories as long as she will remember.
I designed this video in 2010 for a performance by winds in the leaves collective,  based on a poem – in the bedroom – by Charles Smith. The movement was choreographed and performed by Olga Barrios.


Homage to Guernica  

I designed this video for an installation of the same title (see the following description) for Scotiabank nuitblanche 2010.



Homage to Guernica an Installation for scotiabank nuit blanche 2010 – Independent Projects – October 2, 2010, Arta Gallery

Anahita Azrahimi – Concept, Collage & Video Design
Soheil Parsa – Outside Eye & Olga Barrios – Performer

Born out of war, Guernica is an icon for reconciliation and the hope for world peace. Inspired by Picasso’s iconic painting and the darkest images of war, a visual & performance installation will confront the viewer with memories of wars from all over the globe.

History seems to keep repeating itself and the forces of war, destruction, chaos and suffering jump from one part of the globe to the other across time. Will we ever change? Yet, with each conflict we promise ourselves ‘never again’. So what’s keeping us from achieving ‘never again’?

From Anahita Azrahimi on Homage to Guernica:

When I set out to do this project, I wanted to include at least one image of every war and conflict that had happened since the bombing of Guernica. I soon learned that the number of conflicts happened is almost close to the number of countries on the planet, with very few nations left untouched. I was naïve in my thinking that I could cover them all.

The hardest part of my journey was the re-acquaintance with the Holocaust, encountering heaps of dead bodies, piled up corpses and disrespected souls. Because this time I started looking into the faces for real. I experienced a very deep and personal mourning in the re-discovery, to the point that I did not want to continue the work anymore.

My recent visit to Anne Frank’s house left me haunted with her eternal smile and innocence. She forced me to re-ignite the vision. Her face, the faces of Phan Thi Kim Phuc and the faces of all the screaming mothers forcefully came together, as if they all wanted to scream with the mother in Guernica to re-tell their stories. And their stories need to be told again and again in various forms so that we don’t forget, so that we always remember what has happened and what keeps happening around us. That is what I have done. I have gathered broken embraces, helping hands, praying hands, the anguish of our children, the disbelief of our men and the tears of our mothers from all over our earth (as much as I could) and shown them,here, for you to witness.

This is simply a tribute and remembrance to all.