Though never monotonous in between the objects within the walls that guarantee their security, idle waste their pulse. not in the distant horizon, do they search for their future at the bottom of the cups colorfully giftwrapped, their appearance shrieks contemporary, though ancient harems lie in their consciousness. They stare deep within us with depthless eyes ...
It is I they stare at ... I’m worried knowing that no excitement invites them to tomorrow.
Monologue
Oil on canvas - 180 x 200 cm
Khaled-Nabi
Oil on canvas - 140 x 100 cm
Oil on canvas - 130 x 90 cm
Mixed media on canvas - 130 x 160 cm
In the Coolness of Water
Oil on canvas - 130 x 150 cm
Oil on canvas - 70 x 80 cm
... Where We Come From
Oil on canvas - 110 x 150 cm
Oil on canvas - 70 x 80 cm
I Forgot to Take Out of Pommer From My Purseto Break the Idols in My Mind
Oil on canvas - 130 x 150 cm
2013
Where We Come From ... collection
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