“I was born in Shiraz on an autumn day. I remember the purple color of the Judas trees upon the walls
and fences of the orchards, and the yellow blossoms of the chamomiles in the rain. At first, I wanted to
be a poet; then, a botanist. But the colors of flowers and the warmth of [human] eyes and bodies
infatuated me with painting…” ( from the text of the book )