BEIRUT, RECURRING DREAM 2021 - ongoing The Beirut of my childhood lives in my memory through fragments of scent and sound: the sweetness of orange blossoms, jasmine, and gardenia; the sugary smell of burning garbage; the faint saltiness in the ai

BEIRUT, RECURRING DREAM
2021 - ongoing

The Beirut of my childhood lives in my memory through fragments of scent and sound: the sweetness of orange blossoms, jasmine, and gardenia; the sugary smell of burning garbage; the faint saltiness in the air along the corniche; the expanse of blue sky interrupted by military checkpoints on the way to school.

In 1983, during the civil war, my family left Lebanon. That departure left a quiet rupture, a space of absence that stayed with me until I returned 13 years later.

This ongoing series is an attempt to navigate that emotional landscape and to articulate a deep, enduring love for a city marked by repeated loss. Beirut is a place where beauty and pain are constantly entangled, where fleeting magic persists amid collapse. It is a city that haunts and captivates in equal measure - like a lover who has gone, but never quite left.

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BEIRUT, RECURRING DREAM 2021 - ongoing The Beirut of my childhood lives in my memory through fragments of scent and sound: the sweetness of orange blossoms, jasmine, and gardenia; the sugary smell of burning garbage; the faint saltiness in the ai
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000016480011.jpg
000062860015.jpg
IMG_7451.jpeg
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000062860003.jpg
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BEIRUT, RECURRING DREAM
2021 - ongoing

The Beirut of my childhood lives in my memory through fragments of scent and sound: the sweetness of orange blossoms, jasmine, and gardenia; the sugary smell of burning garbage; the faint saltiness in the air along the corniche; the expanse of blue sky interrupted by military checkpoints on the way to school.

In 1983, during the civil war, my family left Lebanon. That departure left a quiet rupture, a space of absence that stayed with me until I returned 13 years later.

This ongoing series is an attempt to navigate that emotional landscape and to articulate a deep, enduring love for a city marked by repeated loss. Beirut is a place where beauty and pain are constantly entangled, where fleeting magic persists amid collapse. It is a city that haunts and captivates in equal measure - like a lover who has gone, but never quite left.

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