Art & Handcrafts

I have always enjoyed doing handcrafts, especially the ones involving a little bit of engineering. Not sure if we should call them handcrafts in that case but here I refer to everything i have made myself handcrafts. The stuff I make could be categorized into the following:

Decorations
Sceience
Paintings

Decorations

My sense of crafting something decorative is quite a recent one actually. Most of the stuff here have their own personality. Some are evil and some are good. Below you can see a couple of them.


Ronak

**A dime born from the hearts of the brightest stars, emerging from the vehement spirits of heavy forces, she gives meaning to the inevitable suffering of the infinite cosmos.**
A dime born from the hearts of the brightest stars, emerging from the vehement spirits of heavy forces, she gives meaning to the inevitable suffering of the infinite cosmos.

Ronak is a girl’s name meaning luminous in Kurdish. Though it is made with CD disks and a kitchen board I found on the ground floor of our building, She is gorgeous. I put some of the CDs in the microwaves for a few seconds to get them all cracked up. I have no special tools, I just used a knife and a pair of scissors to cut the CDs.

Hiwa

**He holds the only beverage of fulfillment, a rare brew grinded from time and purpose..**
He holds the only beverage of fulfillment, a rare brew grinded from time and purpose..

I had something totally different in mind when I first found the big clock but as soon as I came across that golden watch everything changed. luckily, the nivea hand cream container was exactly the size I needed.

Golgift

**Despite its spiraling patterns of beauty, its urge to seduce humans into its infinite malignant schemes has been long known in Tartarus.One shall become its slave once exposed to its aura.**
Despite its spiraling patterns of beauty, its urge to seduce humans into its infinite malignant schemes has been long known in Tartarus.One shall become its slave once exposed to its aura.

Gol means flower in Persian and Gift is the German word for poison (not the best gift i guess) so it is a poisonous flower. Don't ask me why I gave a devilish personality to this one. It just came naturally. I found the vase, the rest I did myself including the painting. That yellow string is actully one of the resistance bands I used for working out. I had no flower that day ( I usually don't have flowers available either) so I just used that beautiful elastic band. The two fruits hanging down are two empty perfume bottles. They were too good for the trashbin.

Trüska

**Its tiny sparkling body surrounded by little marvels, enlights the shadows in the darkness and unleashes a sip of its origin, the power of will.**
Its tiny sparkling body surrounded by little marvels, enlights the shadows in the darkness and unleashes a sip of its origin, the power of will.

Trüska means “a little bit of light” in Kurdish. I already had the cup, I just decorated it with pieces of CDs and painted it afterward. The light comes from a small LED light inside the cup.

Sceience

The handcrafts in this category involve a little bit of engineering and science. Though most of my handcrafts belong to this category, sadly, I do not have any pictures of them. I would have never thought of putting them on my website one day.

Magic Christmas Tree


This magic Christmas tree has notthing to do with electromagentisim, transformers, or Faraday’s law of induction as you can see in the second video. Its pure Magic! the recepie for this magic tree:

This magic Christmas tree has nothing to do with electromagnetism, transformers, or Faraday’s law of induction as you can see in the second video. It’s pure Magic! the recipe for this magic tree:

  • A wooden box found on the streets
  • A chewing gum packet
  • A marker
  • Cotton swabs
  • Small neodymium magnets usually found on whiteboards at your workplace?
  • Wire LED
  • Two electric magnets (I found them inside old electric trimmers.)
  • The rest is obvious I guess

The Bike: the ever-going project

In my third year in high school, I made this handcrafted motorbike out of pretty much everything I had. I spent so much time on it that my uncle called it the ever-going project. Unfortunately, I have no video of when it was working and I regret that forever. However, there are some pictures of its two versions.

**First version, shortly before its completion. Those two hens were lucky to be memorable.**
First version, shortly before its completion. Those two hens were lucky to be memorable.

The first one shortly before the first version, You can see the chassis is made of old window/door frames. The engine itself was from an old motorbike I got by trading my phone (Nokia 6600) with someone. It took me more than a month to figure out how to get the engine fixed and running. But in the end, it was working, there was only one problem, the weight and force were too much for the back wheel, so I replaced it with a wheel of a wheelbarrow 😄

**Second version, long after it was out of use.**
Second version, long after it was out of use.

The second version was quite stable, I have so many happy and sad memories with it. Though it was not a perfect bike, to this day, I am still proud of what I have done as a high school boy who had no equipment.

Paintings

I am terrible at paintings, I have to admit. I had my first one-session free painting course and that’s how I got two empty canvases along with paints and paintbrushes. My first painting is just three feathers, I followed the instruction of the teacher. it turn out to be nice I think.

The feathers

**Three feathers, thats all.**
Three feathers, thats all.

The Illusion

My second paitning is worth in terms of appearance but I like the idea behind it. I think I have many nice ideas overall, I just do not know how to paint them. You might ask whats the idea here? Read the caption and try to relate it to the painting.

**It fools you, traps you into its heart-shaped grave, conquers your mind, melts your sense of self, and prevents you from rising to the sky.  So go on, burn your wings, escape your cage, and learn to rise from the ashes.**
It fools you, traps you into its heart-shaped grave, conquers your mind, melts your sense of self, and prevents you from rising to the sky. So go on, burn your wings, escape your cage, and learn to rise from the ashes.

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Hassan Shahmohammadi
Hassan Shahmohammadi
PhD candidate at University of Tuebingen & IMPRS-IS

My research interests include Multi-Modal learning using deep learning bridging NLP and CV