This poem by Alireza Azar is quite dear to me, maybe it’s because I’m from the southern Iran and in this poem, he talks about the oil and maybe that’s because it’s referring to the lack of success which I have been feeling inside for many years. The fish is the symbol of life, being dynamic and birth, but as soon as it gets caught and dies, the same fish with its wide open and horrified eyes becomes the symbol of death and if you look into its eyes, you almost become terrified of all the silence around it. The image of a dead fish throws you off from life to death, just like old family pictures. Family pictures capture happy moments for most of the time and show you how the beautiful and delightful life is in motion, but over the years when the people from the future look at them, death is what they see. The image changes its function, something that used to be the symbol of life and joy, now becomes the symbol of death and void, portraying people who once lived and are no more. This collection is a collage of the pictures of dead fishes in the Bazar of Rasht and the pictures from a family album of an Armenian-Iranian family. The fonts used in this collection are the writings on the back of the pictures which are written in Cyrillic.