Calligraphy Circles
Being Southwest Asian is almost synonymous for being a migrant. Movement, driven by violence, hunger or poverty has defined the fate of at least three generations in my family. This cycle of being uprooted, moving, settling and then moving again defines the rhythm of my work; circles of poured paint that fatefully interact forming new beginnings, colors of the sun, the moon, hope and fear; colors of survival, and the dawning of new hope; colors that mix light with darkness, fire with rebirth, oil with water, sunshine with darkness. My circles of color speak in the language of my people; Arabic words mirroring the journey of their experience and the shades of their shifting identities.