On August 1st, 2020, I
lost Elie, my childhood best
friend, to an accident.
On August 4th, 2020, what
was described as the biggest
non-nuclear explosion hit the
port of Beirut, the capital
of my home country. These
two tragic events were
devastating, and I had no
place to run other than my
art.
Coincidentally, three weeks
before his death, Elie made
a painting of what he
thought was "old Beirut". In
his painting, he drew what
felt like a replica of the
scene in the Beirut port postexplosion.
With that in mind, I dove into
the painting and released
all the pain, anger, sadness,
confusion and hopelessness.
In this piece, the soap bubbles
represent the vulnerability
of life, the explosion itself
is portrayed in red color
symbolizing the blood shed,
the ruins of the destructed
city are depicted along with
the perished souls, and an
angel is watching over it all.
This painting provided me
with relief, it was a form of
medication that I proudly
present as a tribute to Elie.