Copy of a copy
This body of work navigates the paradox of holding on and letting go, preserving fleeting moments of home while accepting their inevitable disappearance. Fouladi has painted directly on urban walls in Tehran and created site-specific ephemeral works for exhibitions including Out House Gallery and Copeland Gallery, where the act of erasure was as central as the act of painting.
On the Road Back to Tehran from Semnan
Reference captured the Friday before 08.06.25
Painted in a park in Alvand, Tehran, 2025
Acrylic on wall, 8cm x 5.5cm
Drawing on her background in community organising, participatory design, and social justice projects, she weaves personal and collective histories into public space. Her paintings aim to humanise landscapes often flattened by Western media narratives, while reflecting on the redevelopment and conflict that fragment both cities and identities.
My Grandmother’s Bedroom
Reference captured circa 2018
Painted in a derelict site near Atisaz, Tehran, 2025
Acrylic on wall, 11cm x 8cm
For Fouladi, the wall is both canvas and collaborator. Its texture merges with the image, and its history becomes folded into the work. She holds a BA in Architecture from Central Saint Martins and an MA in Fine Art Painting from Camberwell College of Arts. She has exhibited widely in London, including as part of the 2024 Rich Mix Resonates: Mehfil – The Art of Resistance cohort.
Man Carrying Watermelons on His Motorcycle Through Imam Ali Expressway
Reference captured 06.06.2025
Painted on the wall in the stairway of West Shahrouz Street, Tehran, 2025
Acrylic on wall, 11cm x 8cm
Mina Fouladi is a British-Iranian visual artist working between Iran and the UK. Her practice moves between the streets and the studio, balancing self-preservation and release while examining the distance and dislocation of diasporic life. Transforming photographs, often taken on her phone, into small detailed paintings, she works directly on walls in both public and gallery spaces, often erasing the work after documentation so that only a photograph remains. Creating a copy of a copy.
The walls speak. Now, they are asking me to speak as well.
A grandmother, but also something more—the balance, the fixed point one can return to with every turn.
There’s a pain in the heart as if it’s sore from walking too far past mountains,
looking for another cavity to beat in
My country, though I wasn’t your birth-child
you still folded me in
where I took root
Tell me your name
so I can write it in the blank lines between stars
جنگ که شروع شد، من تقریباً هیچ کاری نکردم جز ماندن. نه قهرمانی در کار بود، نه فرار، نه پناهگاه، نه حتی اضطرابی که بشود اسمش را ترس گذاشت.
This body of work navigates the paradox of holding on and letting go, preserving fleeting moments of home while accepting their inevitable disappearance.
I said I’m not a poet.
A writer, but not the poet kind.
I know, I know. It’s strange to hear.
از ساختمان سفید سنگی که بیرون میآیم، لحظهای متوقف میشوم. چشم میدوزم به برچسب ویزا که وسط گذرنامهام جا خوش کرده.
Mother who nurtures you
in one gesture weans you
and cradles the world.
با نگاه به عکسها خاطراتی از لحظات آن زمان برایمان تداعی میشود که دیگر قابل تکرار نیست ودر واقع این عکسها هستند که آن خاطرات را جاودانه کردهاند. در اینجا با تأکید بر همین موضوع لحظههایی از زندگیام را ثبت کردهام که با دیدن آنها میتوانم خودم را در عکسها پیدا کنم و روزهایی را که سپری کردهام به خاطر آورم
Lost in the cloud of the internet blackout, a black cloud that has been hanging over the Iranian plateau since January, anything becomes internet.
All throughout the blackout, I would screenshot any picture and video coming out of Iran which sparked familiarity even if I had never been to the area depicted.
It was only January. Ears could hear the seething wind through faintly yellowed cypresses standing starkly in the vast nothingness of the plain that was keeping poppies hidden under layers and layers of white.
I recall the past to untangle the present, to understand how glimpses of possibility and promise can be muddied by forces outside of our control.
Mina Fouladi is a British-Iranian visual artist working between Iran and the UK. Her practice moves between the streets and the studio, balancing self-preservation and release while examining the distance and dislocation of diasporic life. Transforming photographs, often taken on her phone, into small detailed paintings, she works directly on walls in both public and gallery spaces, often erasing the work after documentation so that only a photograph remains. Creating a copy of a copy.