1980©
Writer,
1982©
Filmmaker,
Photographer,
I write of the fallen, the down-on-their-luck drifters, the ones getting after it like it's the 'last call' and it's between them and the devil and no 'nother-go-rounds' ever.
Now or never.
MeysamMotazedi©
Actor.
1986©
Filmmaker,
Photo-grapher,
1986©
Actor.
I write of the fallen, the down-on-their-luck drifters, the ones getting after it like it's the 'last call' and it's between them and the devil and no 'nother-go-rounds' ever.
Now or never.
MeysamMotazedi©
1986©
Filmmaker,
Photographer,
1986©
Actor.
I write of the fallen, the down-on-their-luck drifters, the ones getting after it like it's the 'last call' and it's between them and the devil and no 'nother-go-rounds' ever.
Now or never.
MeysamMotazedi©
Writer,
1986©
Writer,
1986©
My practice spans across four mediums. I am a writer, filmmaker, photographer, and actor. This website is a single body of work, a unified attempt at understanding myself, others and almighty life.
My practice spans across four mediums. I am a writer, filmmaker, photographer, and actor. This website is a single body of work, a unified attempt at understanding myself, others and almighty life.
My practice spans across four mediums. I am a writer, filmmaker, photographer, and actor. This website is a single body of work, a unified attempt at understanding myself, others and almighty life.
When I was nine my mother took me to watch Dariush Mehrjui's Hamoun. It was full of philosophical ramblings and impassioned monologues on life and death– far too stark for a child's fickle mind. But it went in and stayed in.
When I was nine my mother took me to watch Dariush Mehrjui's Hamoun. It was full of philosophical ramblings and impassioned monologues on life and death– far too stark for a child's fickle mind. But it went in and stayed in.
In the 90s we left Iran, bounced from place to place before pitching our tent in Vancouver and trying to assimilate.
In the 90s we left Iran, bounced from place to place before pitching our tent in Vancouver and trying to assimilate.
Many sun-ups and sundowns later, after I’d failed by every standard measure of a good citizen, I packed up and got in the wind, eyes peeled for a place where the sky was purple. Toronto, LA, Chicago, Buenos Aires. Each held me for a spell, then I’d drift and start ping-ponging again.
Many sun-ups and sundowns later, after I’d failed by every standard measure of a good citizen, I packed up and got in the wind, eyes peeled for a place where the sky was purple. Toronto, LA, Chicago, Buenos Aires. Each held me for a spell, then I’d drift and start ping-ponging again.
All that displacement made me an outsider by trade. Life comes at me as if for the first time, every time.
All that displacement made me an outsider by trade. Life comes at me as if for the first time, every time.
Each new city is a workshop where I build myself over, free of the expectations I was born into.
Each new city is a workshop where I build myself over, free of the expectations I was born into.
The wandering taught me that a border is a line some man drew that other men died for. My work reaches for what we hold in common, and the starting point is always a person and their plight.
The wandering has taught me that a border is a line some man drew that other men died for. My work reaches for what we hold in common, and the starting point is always a person and their plight.
In the 90s we left Iran, bounced from place to place before pitching our tent in Vancouver and trying to assimilate.
Many sun-ups and sundowns later, after I’d failed by every standard measure of a good citizen, I packed up and got in the wind, eyes peeled for a place where the sky was purple. Toronto, LA, Chicago, Buenos Aires. Each held me for a spell, then I’d drift and start ping-ponging again.
All that displacement made me an outsider by trade. Life comes at me as if for the first time, every time.
Each new city is a workshop where I build myself over, free of the expectations I was born into.
The wandering taught me that a border is a line some man drew that other men died for. My work reaches for what we hold in common, and the starting point is always a person and their plight.
The wandering has taught me that a border is a line some man drew that other men died for. My work reaches for what we hold in common, and the starting point is always a person and their plight.
Writing is like solving a puzzle. A sentence can double back on itself until you stumble into what you wanted to say all along.
Writing is like solving a puzzle. A sentence can double back on itself until you stumble into what you wanted to say all along.
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
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Good dog, good dog
Madrid, 2025, [fiction]
Theo is my therapist. I’ve known him all of two years, but I can already tell our time together has done a number on him. When we met, he had taut skin and a slick, soul-stirring smile, a commanding presence that pried your attention open like an oyster knife.
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Pal
Madrid, 2024, [fiction]
Down they came, limp and swinging waywardly, the black of their feathers streaking the murky sky before crashing into the white earth with a muffled thud and inking the periphery red. Then the hammer struck again. An ominous shot rang out. Another bird plucked out the sky some distance away.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Good dog, good dog
Madrid, 2025, [fiction]
Theo is my therapist. I’ve known him all of two years, but I can already tell our time together has done a number on him. When we met, he had taut skin and a slick, soul-stirring smile, a commanding presence that pried your attention open like an oyster knife.
Read more
Pal
Madrid, 2024, [fiction]
Down they came, limp and swinging waywardly, the black of their feathers streaking the murky sky before crashing into the white earth with a muffled thud and inking the periphery red. Then the hammer struck again. An ominous shot rang out. Another bird plucked out the sky some distance away.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Good dog, good dog
Madrid, 2025, [fiction]
Theo is my therapist. I’ve known him all of two years, but I can already tell our time together has done a number on him. When we met, he had taut skin and a slick, soul-stirring smile, a commanding presence that pried your attention open like an oyster knife.
Read more
Pal
Madrid, 2024, [fiction]
Down they came, limp and swinging waywardly, the black of their feathers streaking the murky sky before crashing into the white earth with a muffled thud and inking the periphery red. Then the hammer struck again. An ominous shot rang out. Another bird plucked out the sky some distance away.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Writing is like solving a puzzle. A sentence can double back on itself until you stumble into what you wanted to say all along.
Writing is like solving a puzzle. A sentence can double back on itself until you stumble into what you wanted to say all along.
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Good dog, good dog
Madrid, 2025, [fiction]
Theo is my therapist. I’ve known him all of two years, but I can already tell our time together has done a number on him. When we met, he had taut skin and a slick, soul-stirring smile, a commanding presence that pried your attention open like an oyster knife.
Read more
Pal
Madrid, 2024, [fiction]
Down they came, limp and swinging waywardly, the black of their feathers streaking the murky sky before crashing into the white earth with a muffled thud and inking the periphery red. Then the hammer struck again. An ominous shot rang out. Another bird plucked out the sky some distance away.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
Good dog, good dog
Madrid, 2025, [fiction]
Theo is my therapist. I’ve known him all of two years, but I can already tell our time together has done a number on him. When we met, he had taut skin and a slick, soul-stirring smile, a commanding presence that pried your attention open like an oyster knife.
Read more
Pal
Madrid, 2024, [fiction]
Down they came, limp and swinging waywardly, the black of their feathers streaking the murky sky before crashing into the white earth with a muffled thud and inking the periphery red. Then the hammer struck again. An ominous shot rang out. Another bird plucked out the sky some distance away.
Read more
Death, The Ultimate Motivator
Location, Madrid, 2025, [non-fiction]
In my thirties, I rarely let life get the better of me. I was—in my own estimation—in firm control. Nothing could touch me. I was fitter back then. Younger and fitter; I believed myself invincible. I rose above all earthly concerns.
Read more
I love how a photograph freezes an ephemeral moment and renders it immortal. There is a tragic finality to it, ripe for reminiscence.
I love how a photograph freezes an ephemeral moment and renders it immortal. There is a tragic finality to it, ripe for reminiscence.
Acting puts my own body inside the question. You trade artistic agency for a crack at another person's life, and in the uncertainties of that stranger's existence a new understanding of the self emerges.
My projects simmer in the unconscious while
I accumulate scattered notes, and the fragments become a playground for experimentation.
If I am lucky enough to strike a pulse, the
whole thing comes out in one short burst.
See more in imdb
Acting puts my own body inside the question. You trade artistic agency for a crack at another person's life, and in the uncertainties of that stranger's existence a new understanding of the self emerges.
My projects simmer in the unconscious while
I accumulate scattered notes, and the fragments become a playground for experimentation.
If I am lucky enough to strike a pulse, the
whole thing comes out in one short burst.
See more in imdb
Acting puts my own body inside the question. You trade artistic agency for a crack at another person's life, and in the uncertainties of that stranger's existence a new understanding of the self emerges.
My projects simmer in the unconscious
while I accumulate scattered notes, and the fragments become a playground for experimentation.
If I am lucky enough to strike a pulse,
the whole thing comes out in one short burst.
See more in imdb
Here is what occupies me now.
Here is what occupies me now.
Here is what occupies me now.
BASED IN Madrid,
Spain
Artist
+ Creator
Meysam Motazedi's films follow protagonists who refuse the legacy family hands down and the roles society assigns.
That refusal plays out through men most directly, caught between what they were taught masculinity requires and what it actually costs them. He traces these stories through an off-kilter naturalism that lets ordinary life tip askew. His films have screened at VIFF, RIDM, BAFICI, and the Edinburgh International Film Festival. He holds an MFA in Film Production from York University.
Meysam Motazedi's films follow protagonists who refuse the legacy family hands down and the roles society assigns. That refusal plays out through men most directly, caught between what they were taught masculinity requires and what it actually costs them. He traces these stories through an off-kilter naturalism that lets ordinary life tip askew. His films have screened at VIFF, RIDM, BAFICI, and the Edinburgh International Film Festival. He holds an MFA
in Film Production from York University.
BASED IN Madrid,
Spain
Artist
+ Creator
Meysam Motazedi's films follow protagonists who refuse the legacy family hands down and the roles society assigns. That refusal plays out through men most directly, caught between what they were taught masculinity requires and what it actually costs them. He traces these stories through an off-kilter naturalism that lets ordinary life tip askew. His films have screened at VIFF, RIDM, BAFICI, and the Edinburgh International Film Festival. He holds an MFA in Film Production from York University.
Filmmaker,
Photo-grapher,
1986©
Actor.
I write of the fallen, the down-on-their-luck drifters, the ones getting after it like it's the 'last call' and it's between them and the devil and
n 'nother-go-rounds' ever.
Now or never.
MeysamMotazedi©
Writer,
1986©