There is a ladder that every artist must climb
Rungs self-imposed, steps to the invented worlds
One shoe beneath the surface, side rails towering to skies
Climb the ladder for the elevated hue harmonies
and rhythmic forms
(Excerpt from: The Ladder, June 2010nader portrait)

We are all born somewhere. Iran is where I was born. Have lived in States over the last four decades. Love both countries to pieces. In the grandscheme of things, we are all a child of universe and belong to it, regardless of birth-
place or country of residence. ‘Universe’ is one verse, one short life for us all with a chance to love all: family, friends, and even foes. My reminder: "The clock is running. Make the
most of today. Time waits for no man. Yesterday is history. Tomorrow is a mystery. Today is a gift. That's why it is called the present."

Education: BS and Master in accounting and CPA which led to controller and CFO positions. Currently, a painter and a published author doing what comes naturally: birds and snakes—i.e. Color

and Form. Lived in Chicago (Ole Blue Eyes: “my kind of town Chicago is”) for over thirty years and now living in rural CA with two furry kids (Casey and Cezanna) and wife (Elisabeth).

Love of hues is inborn with me. As far as writing is concerned, stories and myth have always fascinated me for as long as I remember. It all started with my Grandma with tales with seven tails. Yes, the tales did me in. At six when I could read, I read every book in sight. At twelve wrote the first novella: The black Colt of Chicago. Love of books (stories and poems in particular) and later the art of painting have found a permanent place in my heart of desire. Why? I let, Omar Khayyam, my father’s favorite poet speak to that.

Omar Khayyam: Translated by Edward Fitzgerald
Ah love! Could you and I with Him conspire
To grasp this sorry scheme of Things entire,
Would not we shatter it to bits—and
Re-mold it nearer to the Heart’s Desire!
That is the story and glory of arts; they remold sorry scheme of things (life) closer to the heart’s desire.





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