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Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Cafe Solo I, II
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Strands in the wind series
Once upon a time... Series
Once upon a time... Series
Once upon a time... Series
Once upon a time... Series
Once upon a time... Series
Once upon a time... Series
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Emancipation Series: Stride
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Blue Period Series #1
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Raha Khosravi is a contemporary artist known for her engaging mixed-media paintings and graphic designs. Her work, dominated by monochromatic blues and grays, tells vivid stories. She combines abstract forms with emotional depth and personal symbolism through layering, cutting, sorting, and folding various materials.


Raised in Tehran, she studied English translation before moving to Florida to study graphic design and painting. Her creativity also extends to literature, as seen in her novel Cafe Solo I, II. This book, featuring her signature gray and blue tones, explores a wide range of emotions, from poetic love to deep sorrow.


In her art, the color blue symbolizes freedom, loyalty, and melancholy. It represents the vastness of the sky and sea, reflecting freedom, while also conveying the passion of deep connections. Beneath its calm surface, blue carries a touch of sadness.

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In my thoughts, I reached a pure freedom that nobody had the right to enter it. I flew, swung, and laughed at the sweets of my dreams....

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Let it rain On the tip of the greenness of the dark Let it rain On top of the immense mountain Let it rain In the darkness of the night...

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In my loneliness, painting revolted the smell of the paint on the canvas made me drunk and unconscious dripping, dancing paint engulfed...

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