Farhad Ostovani’s work, throughout his nearly fifty-year career, might thus be comprehended not only as imbued with nostalgic recollection, but as stanzas in one long poem, a time, art, longing, displacement and love. “Listen to the reed and the tale it tells, how it sings of separation,” as Rûmî wrote. “Ever since they cut me from the reed bed, my wail has caused men and women to weep… Whoever has been parted from his source wants back the time of being united.”