Everywhere in Tehran they emblazoned on the facades: Paradise idylls, kitschy images with the promise that in the middle of this smog-plagued capital still such a thing can exist as beauty.
The governmental "Department of city beautification" had huge mural commissioned: Oversized martyrs images honoring the Revolution, surreal motifs and profane landscape painting to cover up the soot on the facades of houses.
The murals, they should be havens of peace. Instead, they stand in stark contrast to the prevailing raison d'etat of Iran, which tolerates no opposition and sanctioned resistance relentlessly.
The ideal of theocracy is to shine in the floodlights flash LEDs, but it is a travesty that the reality test can not withstand.
The artistic Mannerism caricatured himself by claiming paradise and ideology speaks the word. By asserting a reality that should be. And that is not.
