Continuous wonders! It is as if your unquenchable thirst is not slaked by water! You are filled the wonders of life and you still crave for more! Nastaran’s images are replete with lust! Under the surface of her images, there is maddening layer of dreams, nightmares, hatred, love and desires amassed abundantly. Yet, the surface covers them all like a wrapping paper. Everything is normal! The thick air of the room makes breathing impossible and the strong stench of the damp room makes it impossible to stay. Objects unexpectedly seem to be animate. Walls look like the mutilated body of a man and the light is as faint as it can be so that you would get lost in the dark. The sound filling the room is a deafening silence. Despite all the painstaking details, she is indifferent. She does not make a distinction between a bludgeon and a gem; both are inappropriate! There is thin line between beauty and ugliness. Overindulgence in either would result in the other one. It is the extremity where the curtain in Nastaran’s play rise and the scene emerges from the darkness.