Submission Sculpture

Teach Me How To Smile and Cry

As a woman born and raised in Iran, I carry within me the weight of countless quiet battles—fought at home, in studios, on the streets, and within institutions that were never built for us. My work emerges from this space of tension: between what is offered to women and what we must fight to claim. As an immigrant woman, I have come to understand that the fight doesn’t end when you cross a border. The landscape changes, but the negotiations remain—sometimes quieter, sometimes hidden in microaggressions or in the weight of being constantly “othered.” The struggle to be seen and heard continues in new ways, and so does the need to create as a form of resilience and reclamation.


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Teach Me How To Smile and Cry

As a woman born and raised in Iran, I carry within me the weight of countless quiet battles—fought at home, in studios, on the streets, and within institutions that were never built for us. My work emerges from this space of tension: between what is offered to women and what we must fight to claim. As an immigrant woman, I have come to understand that the fight doesn’t end when you cross a border. The landscape changes, but the negotiations remain—sometimes quieter, sometimes hidden in microaggressions or in the weight of being constantly “othered.” The struggle to be seen and heard continues in new ways, and so does the need to create as a form of resilience and reclamation.