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In this piece, I explored the harmony between minimalism and the rich symbolism of oriental art, using abstract forms to evoke a profound sense of rootedness and balance. The interplay of deep, bold colors with delicate calligraphic strokes invites contemplation and serenity. This artwork breathes tranquil energy into your space, inspiring mindfulness and a quiet connection to heritage and nature.
The verse reads: "The homeland lives within me, the… homeland is you/الوطن ساكن فيِّ، الوطن هو إنت"
I am not a calligrapher. I am a poet who writes by hand. The Arabic script in my work is my own — composed, not transcribed. Each piece begins as a poem written in the margins of a life spent between conflict zones, peacekeeping missions, and displacement. Fifteen years across Lebanon, the Arab world, and international humanitarian work left me with a particular relationship to language: as witness, as survival, as the thing that holds when institutions fail and borders shift. ENJZ — which means accomplish in Arabic — carries the initials of what I cannot afford to lose. The work asks what happens when a private text enters visual space. When handwriting becomes image. When a poem written in exile finds a surface large enough to breathe. The background does not decorate the script — it is the atmosphere the poem already inhabits: fragile, luminous, not entirely resolved. I make these works in Madrid. I think in Arabic. I am still, in some sense still in Lebanon.