Thresholds 2nd Floor 2025 
 A project with the TransArts class, University
                                          of Applied Arts Vienna Curated by Julia Harrauer.
 On the second floor of the University of Applied
                                          Arts Vienna, a set of double doors once led to the studios of the TransArts class. Yet, when opened, they reveal a different
                                          reality — a solid wall. The passage could have been entirely walled-up, the doors removed, and the wall seamlessly closed.
                                          Instead, it exists in a state of paradox — a non-space, a reference to something that no longer exists.
Kimiya
                                          Rastgou Moghadam’s work “Who/When” explores the ambiguous condition of the architectural element suspended between
                                          two realities — once a passage, now a sealed surface. It no longer functions as intended, yet it remains present, carrying
                                          the traces of its past.
This duality resonates with Moghadam’s question, which can be read in two ways: “Ki hastam?”
                                          (Who am I?) or “Key hastam?” (When am I?). Displayed on a flip clock, the question shifts as time moves forward. Though the
                                          words remain unchanged, they continue to flip, mirroring the tension between stability and transformation. Just as the door
                                          stands at the intersection of past and present, the clock reflects how identity is shaped by time. By placing the phrase within
                                          the framework of the architecture, the artwork turns it into a symbol of transformation. Just as the door once allowed passage
                                          and facilitated movement, time carries us forward. Thereby, we are confronted with the lingering questions: Who are we in
                                          each passing moment? Who are we beside the endless flow of time?