I was born in 1982 in Iran during the First Gulf War. My parents, my brother, and I emigrated to Germany in 1986 on the invitation of the UN, but our original goal would have been Sweden.
My schoolteacher was called Wolfgang Noll, and he was a professional billiards player, had two daughters and died in is late 30s of a heart attack - may he rest in peace.
After primary school I was sent to the Lessing Gymnasium in the Landgendreer area of Bochum against my wishes, whereas I would much rather have preferred to just go to the comprehensive school in Werne or Waldorf. At some time or another during puberty I began to smoke weed and paint, and my grades naturally got worse and worse.
I painted in secret, because it wasn't cool enough for my would-be gangster friends. I didn't even turn up for my Abitur exams. I went to Amsterdam instead, where I had applied to and was accepted into the art academy.
I was back in time for grad ball, because you really have to enjoy the parties. In Amsterdam I studied graphic design and I was kicked out for disciplinary reasons.
'd fallen out with the department chair of fine arts.
Then there was only audiovisual art left, where I mainly focused on videos, performance, and music.
After that I did my masters at the Sandberg Institute and then at some point I decided I wanted to live in Germany again.
I've had a talkshow in my life.
I was booed off the stage of the Quatsch Comedy Club.
I stormed a live TV show in Holland. And I sang football songs on breakfast TV. I appeared in the pilot episode for a sitcom on an Iranian channel. All just to find out that comedy is just not my thing. So I'm back painting again.