Dialogue with the invisible
I am obsessed with the not seen and the not said. I spend a lot of time observing the different facets of people, nature, their flaws both physical and psychological until I get emotionally charged to unleash energetic strokes in a spontaneous, playful and obsessive manner reducing, hopefully, the subject matter to his essence.
I was born a Muslim. Learned the Coran at a Christian school and practiced Islam alone at a nearby mosque. During the Lebanese civil war and out of a protection dilemma, my father gave me the freedom to chose my religion. I didn’t see any conflict between the religion I was born into and the religion of my Christian mother. In 1978, I opted to convert to Christianity. Since, It has been a blessing and a curse.
Two distinct civilisations collided and for many years I struggled to find peace and social acceptance. I understood that despite the world being intolerant, I held in me and on equal pedestals two beliefs and set of values.
As contradictory as it may seem, I believed and disbelieved the message of both on the basis that if one of these beliefs is wrong then definitely the other is wrong too. In that sense accepting diversity is to become diverse.
Later, my belief changed from God to man & nature: to seek beauty in the flaws of humans and the fragility of their environment.
I paint since 1978.