u/artby_maiyam

I’m a deeply nostalgic person. I often find myself returning to old memories, trying to relive the feelings hidden inside them. I love summers, but they no longer feel the way they did when I was a child. Everything seems quieter now, almost muted, as if the world has slowly lost some of its colors.

When I was young, I could spend hours playing in the dirt with my siblings, running barefoot across sunburnt grass without ever feeling tired. We would cool off in the stream nearby, chase fluffy ducks down the water’s edge, and stay outside until the heat of summer became part of us. Those moments felt endless, untouched, and full of light. These paintings were inspired by that feeling, the longing for a place preserved in memory, warm and glowing somewhere beyond reach. I wanted to capture the softness of summer heat, the comfort of hidden places, and the way childhood memories feel both distant and alive at the same time.

I love working with rough, expressive brush strokes in acrylics because they allow emotion to remain visible in the painting. And I especially love creating miniature pieces; they feel intimate, personal, almost like small fragments of memory you can hold in your hands. Also, I tried making a handmade framed look for the first time and I think it added so much character to my paintings and they look so aesthetic hanging on a wall.

It was my first time making a framed look for my paintings using the stuff that my mom was throwing into the trash. They didn't turn out as neat as it was my first try but they added so much character to my paintings and they look so cute hanging on a wall.

I tried making a handmade framed look for the first time and they didn't turn out as neat but I think it gave so much character to my paintings.

I’ve always been someone who holds onto little things; wrapping paper, stones, shopping tags, anything that feels meaningful or sparks a memory. Over the years, I collected so many clothing tags because I just couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. Instead of letting them sit in a box, I started painting over them. The tiny miniatures were difficult to work on, especially with acrylics, but they became such a great way for me to practice and grow as an artist.

There’s something comforting about turning forgotten, disposable things into art. It feels like giving small, overlooked things a second life.

Medium: Acrylics

I’ve always been someone who holds onto little things; wrapping paper, stones, shopping tags, anything that feels meaningful or sparks a memory. Over the years, I collected so many clothing tags because I just couldn’t bring myself to throw them away. Instead of letting them sit in a box, I started painting over them. The tiny miniatures were difficult to work on, especially with acrylics, but they became such a great way for me to practice and grow as an artist.

There’s something comforting about turning forgotten, disposable things into art. It feels like giving small, overlooked things a second life.

I can't wait to turn them into small postcards.

Medium: Acrylics on Canvas

A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage 🥀

If you don't know, haich in Persia translates to nothing or nothingness. It's mostly related to Sufism, which represents a state of emptiness where one sheds their ego and material attachments to get closer to God. Where you sacrifice "self" and achieve a higher level of spirituality where the worldly desires become empty for you. I wanted to use my own style and add my own touch of creativity and I love how this turned out.