I have been living with my fish for many years; I have stood next to them have run and stood again. I still create them, as if they have become a part of my living experience
So much so that sometimes my wounds are on them
Fish seem to hide their pain
They are defenseless and vulnerable
They are hunted, killed
But they don’t blow, they float in silence and continue to live They are reproductive. They multiply

And they have found the only way to survive in this

Bahareh Khodaei