tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35001178499552660652024-02-02T05:57:00.254-08:00Cameron ShojaeiCameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.comBlogger208125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-64665439513657374792015-10-27T10:24:00.001-07:002015-10-27T10:37:18.125-07:00Bowie_Mandala<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is a kind of collaborative mandala between the bride and groom to be / Jessica Davison, Sean Rutherford and myself the artist. I'll start at the top and work clockwise. At the 12 o'clock position there is a city dove, representing Baltimore our collective home. Then we have a red peony. We have a brown bear (Sean's spirit animal) at the 3 o'clock position. There are some white lisianthus at the bottom right. At the bottom we have Bowie the bunny and family pet who is a breed of rabbit called a Holland Lop. On the bottom left is a white peony. At the 9 o'clock position is a river otter (Jessica's spirit animal). Top left is some astilbe. The piece is painted on what was an old reading table I picked up at a yard sale, so technically the painting is acrylic on panel with some gold leaf foil. Congratulations Jess and Sean. <br />
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Here's a detail of the goods.<br />
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Check out those otter whiskers.<br />
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That bunny is cute.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-3094091803350930592015-03-20T15:41:00.000-07:002015-03-25T03:09:27.079-07:00Mohammad Mosaddegh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy Nowruz 2015. This is a portrait of Mohammad Mosaddegh the democratically elected Prime Minister of Iran from 1951 until 1953. Please take a moment to google " Mosaddegh " His story is shocking. The grandson of Teddy Roosevelt/ head of the CIA organized a coup d'état against him, initiating a chain of covert U.S. powered foreign regime changes to other democratically elected leaders in places like Guatemala and Brazil. These declassified events crack the edifice of America's claim to champion global democracy. America's big stick mentality seems to be more in play here, especially the part about speaking softly. However, I don't focus on this subject to criticize America, but rather to lament what the Iran/United States relationship could have been. It becomes harder to imagine a day Persian-Americans could visit Iran like a European-American can visit France, or Belgium.<br />
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This portrait was commissioned by a friend of my family that is actually related to Mosaddegh. From all accounts he was a kind and very well educated man. The piece is 20 x 16 acrylic on panel. The originally photograph was from a LIFE article. I have added a few symbols like the colors of the Persian flag on the buttons of his left sleeve. I made his shirt blue to represent his democratic stance. Most importantly is the crack of light traveling up the door only to be cut short by the lock. The light is the hope of Mosaddegh and Iran in 1951, and the lock doubles as the eye of the illuminati we see on the dollar bill surrounded subtly by a greenish triangle. <br />
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This is Bo Senior and baby Bo Jr. We see representations of maternal love consistently throughout art history, but paternal love between a father and his son is more rarely depicted. I was deeply moved by this commission. 16x20 Colored pencil on Rives BFK. Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-54340486510826398682014-05-04T23:37:00.004-07:002014-05-04T23:43:45.397-07:00Ephesia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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16x20 Acrylic and Watercolor on Panel. Ephesia is a part of an indigenous tribe in the Brazilian Amazon. The international beef industry is the leading contributor to deforestation in this area. Some American companies benefit from this industry, mostly in terms of the leather. Some American corporations that benefit from Brazilian leather are Nike, Adidas, Timberland, Clarks, and Reebok. There are many more.</div>
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<br />Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-91914531395328211852014-02-14T13:14:00.002-08:002014-02-14T13:14:40.596-08:00Embera sketch<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is the sketch for one of the eight new pieces in my Amazon Women series I've been working on while a Resident at the New York League of Art Students Vytlacil Campus. Her name is Embera and she looks on in disbelief at hectares of razed jungle she once called her home. In the distance atop a hill she is watched by the demon of industry mounted proudly upon his Nelore bull. Seven football fields of rainforest have been burnt today so the world may have its burger. There has got to be some other way. Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-44333124989402867902013-12-21T12:43:00.002-08:002013-12-21T12:44:24.934-08:00The Amazonian Indians<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is Penthesilia the first of many paintings I will be doing addressing the fate of the Amazonian Indians. The girl's tribe is the Karajá and like many of the indigenous peoples of Amazonia their livelihood is in danger. Her home is burned by cattle farmers who would see the rainforest in ashes for a cow. But there is another enemy that could prove more destructive. It is the large South American engineering company Electronorte, which has made plans to create a dam that would place her territory under 40 feet of water.<br />
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The Karajá do not paint lightning bolts on their face. I adapted the symbols on her cheeks to mimic the logo of Electronorte (www.electronorte.com) She is marked for extinction. The goal of this piece was to express as strongly as possible the feeling of sadness and anger that one feels when their home and traditional way of life is taken from them by a distant economic machine. I've seen artists who wear a similar expression. 16x20 acrylic on linen.<br />
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24x48, oil and acrylic on canvas. This is a piece I created for my friend Lisa Kang over the course of last year. The left half of this painting is derived from a sketch I made at her house of some potted plants. The colorful area toward the center hides an abstracted version of the Haitian voodoo symbol for Papa Legba. Legba is perhaps the most important voodoo god because he must be acknowledged first at ceremonies. He is the operator that must be called before conversations with other gods can occur. He is the cross road between mortals and deities.<br />
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Legba's wife is much more obscure and secretive in nature. Her name is Adjessi and I know almost nothing about her except that she often stands at his side and helps support Legba who hobbles with a walking stick. This piece marks the beginning of a trend in my work I plainly call Hipster Tribalism. More to come...Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-19890376102344132842013-12-07T18:07:00.001-08:002013-12-07T18:07:33.295-08:00The Pomegranate Tree<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This is a painting I made for Aunt Leslie, my best friend Adam Petty's aunt. There is a pomegranate in this picture because that is my favorite food and I'm Iranian.<br /><br />Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-68762242800558497542013-10-01T16:00:00.002-07:002013-10-01T16:00:36.889-07:00Representational<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Pomegranate is my favorite treat. This is all about boasting that I can render. The void on the right represents how this piece is void of deeper meaning. Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-71200169316349421142013-09-06T20:06:00.001-07:002013-09-06T20:12:54.330-07:00The World Turtle<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI6MubLQ1uRbIOi6d8Oa16qXLblNPK7UQAFkT7gidE1JQEud226-Bf8yctEJvlhTWURk3cmVbzP2grxKMkHIpDqYH_XAX0sLKtm2G31JhQ0ZXO41Zf_FKQSicfmVnmdArN0FQXTb8tKc/s1600/The_World_Turtle_blog.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="310" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFI6MubLQ1uRbIOi6d8Oa16qXLblNPK7UQAFkT7gidE1JQEud226-Bf8yctEJvlhTWURk3cmVbzP2grxKMkHIpDqYH_XAX0sLKtm2G31JhQ0ZXO41Zf_FKQSicfmVnmdArN0FQXTb8tKc/s400/The_World_Turtle_blog.jpg" width="400" /></a> I heard an old chinese myth that the world sat on a turtle's back. I also heard about an eight fold path.<br />
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I love yellow tail and shrimp. There is a disappearing blue fin tuna. It is hard to see.<br />
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The Blue Crab spawns, but will it be enough for my crab feast.<br />
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Don't get a bite from a coral snake. Red touches black, friend of Jack. Red touches yellow, kill a fellow.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-69694718246279943522013-09-06T16:33:00.000-07:002013-09-06T16:33:10.731-07:00The Anhinga (dedicated to my father)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This bird is catching a great fish. It's tail is the symbol of the Maserati a sports car that borrows its insignia from the Trident of Poseidon. I chose the Anhinga to represent my father because of its fan shaped tail. The upwards facing triangles represent masculinity. The clock which is breaking the neck of this bird represent hard work and long hours. The ginkgo leaves represent wisdom, because I heard ginkgo leaves help your memory.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-91578905563988190052013-09-06T16:15:00.003-07:002013-09-06T16:15:38.801-07:00The White Crane (dedicated to my mother)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My mother loves flowers. Particularly blue hydrangeas. The eight fire flies represent guardian angels. The moon, or circle is squared to represent the spiritual. There is are downwards facing triangles and they represents femininity. </div>
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secretly the best portrait i've ever done<br />
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This is a family portrait rife with nostalgia. The central figure is Hamid, my cousin and the patron of this piece. He is now in his thirties living in America, but when he was young and in Iran his fondest childhood memories were on the road with his family. We see Mom, Dad, Hamid, his Brother, Grandmother in the backseat and Hamid's pet chicken. The chicken traveled with them. This piece is based on a series of snapshots from the late 70's to early 80's. <br />
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Pizza. Might be able to get a little something going at Never on SundayCameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-11881561719986094392012-11-25T10:38:00.001-08:002012-11-25T10:38:40.448-08:00The Ascension of Helen!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The Ascension of Helen is complete. Direct family portraits are meaningful and fullfilling but a family Dream-portrait runs deeper still. The possibilities are endless.<br />
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Dan's island in the sky is the oasis. The soothing waters of home cool the burning hot nightmare. Helen ascends peacefully, guided by her yellow balloon. Yellow is the color of intuition.<br />
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Jessica's magical trash truck is sucking up the terror and sprouting the tree of life<br />
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The nightmare! The beast. The fear of death.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-87518935908585067252012-10-29T15:21:00.000-07:002012-10-29T15:21:03.509-07:00Rouzbeh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Rouzbeh is finished. <br /><br />Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-22925784595733429922012-10-24T04:16:00.001-07:002012-10-24T04:16:19.151-07:00Rouzbeh Ghiassi<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This won't be a laborious piece. Rouzbeh is clear to me.<br /><br />Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-90335892749062087842012-10-11T08:23:00.000-07:002012-10-11T08:23:53.218-07:00Persian Torrit<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here is my submission to the Torrit Grey competition. Each year Gamblin sends out free Torrit Grey to all the art stores. Since I've worked at both Plaza and Utecht this past year i done GOT some Torrit Grey. Thanks Paria for posting those Persian playing cards. I stole that. I'm talking with my vinyl guy about printing this large on clear vinyl for a local restaurant<br /><br />Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-56188520778615834032012-10-10T23:43:00.000-07:002012-10-10T23:43:05.439-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Now she is done. This piece is title <i>The Cricket in Gloria</i> for two reasons. The first is because there is an actual cricket hidden in this painting. Secondly this piece is about the impossibility of hiding our flaws. There is a bug in my acquisition of glory and there always will be. <br />
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I have a message to the people I may have offended, or hurt, or depressed, or stressed during this year and a half long endeavor. I apologize.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-80121583937766553572012-10-10T15:36:00.001-07:002012-10-10T15:36:38.426-07:00Flamenco Yellow<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Then one day I search "Flamenco Yellow" in google and look what pops up. The real lady that the initial digital painting is based off of. Now, for the first time I am able to see what is actually going on. <br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I did some photo-shopping to buy more time. The above image on the left is what she really looked like after a week of healing from being flayed. </div>
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Then Mr. Javad realized I had glued pieces of Rives BFK to the Canvas. I was forced to remove all of the paper. So sad ripping off all of Gloria's skin.<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My father called and said "He wants you to change this part of the dress. It looks like a mouth and eyes." Cool.<br />
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Finally, she must be done. This was around November of 2011 right before I began working at Utrecht Art Supplies.<br />
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July 2011, hope on the horizon. Thanks to Keenan Derby, http://keenanderby.com/ for making this enormous canvas for me.Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-26417409776567773182012-10-10T14:45:00.001-07:002012-10-10T14:45:10.058-07:00Should be simple enoughSo One day Mr. Javad watched this video on youtube. <br />
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This was my first painting attempt. 4 ft. x 7ft. Unfortunately, the space above the fireplace is taller than wide, so my wide format painting simply wouldn't look right. </div>
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<br />Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3500117849955266065.post-4925270309950073182012-10-10T14:14:00.002-07:002012-10-10T14:14:40.256-07:00Finished!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Finished!Cameronhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02032805148989060113noreply@blogger.com0