Daryoush Ababaf is a gifted Persian artist who was born in 1964 in Tehran, Iran.
His German mother, a descendant of a long line of artists and art patrons, fostered Daryoush’s talent as a child. He then received technical training in the workshops held by the Iranian Ministry of Culture under the supervision of the most reputable art masters. There he became familiar with other Iranian traditional arts
Such as Xylography, Signet, Toreutics and Miniature.
Today, Daryoush is highly recognized for his major contributions to the art of “Inlay-on-wood” by eliminating “drawings” from, and adding 3D effect (embossing) to his works. Art Enthusiasts from around the world have repeatedly admired this excellent distinction.
A CNN report back in 1996 described his work as “unrivaled”, and the Iranian Minister of Culture honored him as an “Iranian Master of Art”. Daryoush himself describes his work as “... an effort to reveal the secrets of the wood's life”.
Daryoush has participated in numerous
domestic and international exhibitions. Following are the most internationally recognized exhibitions in which his work have been well received and admired:
- “Persian New Year Festival," Plano Center, TX (2006-2007)
- “Wildflower," Richardson’s Art & Music Festival, TX
(2006)
- “Dallas City Arts," Dallas Arts District, TX (2006-2007)
- “The 3rd Annual Maryhill Museum," Puyallup, WA (2006)
- “Cottonwood Art Festival," Richardson, TX (2005-2006)
- "Woodworks Show," Springfield, MA; and Ontario, CA (2007)
Memberships:
- “Fine Woodworkers” Association, San Diego, CA
- “Northwest Wood Carvers” Association, Puyallup, WA
Daryoush is also known as the artist who inconspicuously embeds his signature somewhere in his works. He believes he is giving an added incentive to the viewers to discover his workmanship.
Daryoush has recently moved to the
United States and is residing in Dallas,
Texas. He will be more than happy to recive your comments about his workmanship.
Child of the grass The years pass Above us Shadows of air All these shall Love us Winds for our fellows The browns and the yellows Of autumn our colors Now at our life's morn. Be we well sworn Ne'er to grow older Our spirits be bolder At meeting Than e'er before All the old lore Of the forests & wood ways Shall aid us: Keep we the bond & seal Ne'er shall we feel Aught of sorrow Let light flow about thee As a cloak of air
No words, no sound, the voluble directed their acceptation towards economy. Another habitat forgotten, generations of survival, an eclipsed existence. Migration, a travel toward the unknown, a gift that is invisibly carried with the wind, rustling the leaves of trees no longer there.
IT'S ALL I HAVE TO BRING TODAY BY: Emily Dickinson It's all I have to bring today -- This, and my heart beside -- This, and my heart, and all the fields -- And all the meadows wide -- Be sure you count -- should I forget Some one the sum could tell -- This, and my heart, and all the Bees Which in the Clover dwell.
EYES FOR INVISIBLES I have walked with people whose eyes are full of light but who see nothing in sea or sky, nothing in city streets, nothing in books. It were far better to sail forever in the night of blindness with sense, and feeling, and mind, than to be content with the mere act of seeing. The only lightless dark is the night of darkness in ignorance and insensibility. HELEN KELLER
Daryoush was your friend awhile back and my site got hacked lost all my art friends. So glad I found you again as I admire your talent so much.Thank you so much for adding me again.
- NOW THE CENTRE
Now, in this time, here
don't the next minute
don't a second ago
Just into your eyes now
there is the glare of the depth of my sea, the abyss never related
the colors never revealed
the nuances, the sounds, the warmth, the wind, the storm
Dedicated to you that are here now
in this moment, don't next time, don't a second ago,
now the centre.
- ORA IL CENTRO
Ora, adesso, qui
non fra un minuto
non un secondo fa
solo nei tuoi occhi adesso
c'è il riflesso delle profondità del mio mare
gli abissi non narrati
i colori non rivelati
le sfumature, i suoni, il calore,
il vento, la tempesta.
Dedicati a te che sei qui ora
adesso, non fra un minuto,
non un secondo fa,
adesso il centro.
HugshugS!
Katya
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Hi, this is beautiful work !!! a new concept for me, using wood as almost a paint media. gives me great ideas. especially for guitars... really incredible ! great meeting you... Scott
I see from the darkness
as from the most brightly lit balcony.
The body is a hatchet:
it falls on the light
pushing it in silence
to the most naked path
to the blackness
of a time that is making
in the space my feet have trampled
an extremely slow promised land.
Vedo dal buio
come dal più radioso dei balconi.
Il corpo è la scure:
si abbatte sulla luce
scostandola in silenzio
fino al varco più nudo
al nero di un tempo che compone
nello spazio battuto dai miei piedi
una terra lentissima promessa
KATYA SANNA
- Official web site www.katyasanna.it
- My Space:
First page www.myspace.com/katyasanna
Second page www.myspace.com/lechantdelange
- Audiostreet: www.audiostreet.net/katyasanna
- Purevolume: www.purevolume.com/katyasanna
- Blog on Daily Grail: www.dailygrail.com/blog/5720
