DAVOOD ROUSTAEI

Some time ago at a friend's house I met a charlatan by the name of Davood Roustaei. I remember having opened the door as the bell rang and here came this guy in a semi bull fighting costume with his hand on his tummy like Napoleon Bonaparte. He had pushed one eye brow up in the sky and almost walked in half way side ways. As he took these silly steps! Behind him, very much like a poodle dog walked some really cheap and sexy "Miss Tits on the Ritz" character called Shaghayegh. You know? the so called famous singer. I remember thinking to myself "Oh brother.." I don't want to go over how the crowd responded as the bull fighter and his female cow walked in, it was quit pathetic. Miss tits on the ritz Shaghayegh sat on the tip of some chair and perfected her sitting pose and froze there for a good 45 minutes or so, showing off her probably fake breasts to all the poor family members who were there for my friend's birthday. To my amazement the father of this poor being was also there at the party. He's some guy who supposedly owns an Iranian TV station or something. He had been invited with the other vultures that were officially the promoters of this Davood Roustaei character. One of the highlights of that party that stayed in my mind was the comments that the father was making about his appetite for "young chicks NOT OVER 18." I thought to myself, here,... he's the one to blame for the crumbled inner self of his poor sorry excuse of a daughter. As all the guys went GOOGOOGAAGAA over the loose chick What interested me was knowing just which whole had the crazy matador crawled out from. This is a guy who paints with his eyes closed and uses his fingers to paint. Ok, it only took 700 years for humanity to perfect the painting brush but never mind that insignificant fact. His pride and joy is the billions of photos that he's taken with any celebrity he could probably find and this it really shows in every photo. I encourage you to check it out. Oh yes, his works are for endless amounts of dollars and he paints for Vatican and the presidents! Get this please, KRIPTO REALISM,...yes you heard me right, KRIPTO realism is the new philosophy of painting that he has created. Right out of a superman movie in case you didn't get it. I can't help but to remember that famous event that took place in the old soviet union during Xruchev. for those of you who don't know it, there was a grand exhibition once made for the honour of Xruchev once. as he walked in, he noticed a statue that almost looked human but had a very modern crumbled face that didn't look anything like a face of a human being. He asked to see the artist that had made the statue. They brought this woman and introduced her to him. He asked the woman, what is this? She replied, this is me! Xruchev asks, do you look like this? or would you wish that you looked like this piece? she babbled on with her modern descriptive words and she hadn't finished her speech when suddenly Xruchev orders his officials to take her and sentence her to two years of hard work in Siberia so she can quickly repay that which her society had invested in her so she could produce art work for his nation. I have to say that as an artist I can understand that with my every fiber of being.
These days I think the Shaghayegh chick walks behind some other gay looking Iranian pop singer now making daddy proud I'm certain and she's moved on from the Bonaparte seen. As for the matador,...well,.... lets just say there was no one in the Iranian artistic community to feel offended and belittled at his presence. You want to see what he's up to these days,......

As an artist I don't concern myself much with the Shaghayegh "chick" as daddy would put it or miss "Claudia Lynx" ash she ridiculously calls herself since parasites like her are everywhere in every society but I do have entangled thoughts in regards to this other microbe Davood the stuge. As a great Iranian painter once said, Art is the symbol of the utmost manifestation of the human psyke. To stain it is to tarnish the very conciousness of the inner self.