Its like he was the shadows and I was the light

On being political: part 1: the bourgeoisie

The Soursouk of the mountains 

the Soursouk of the mountains  vs the the Soursouk of beirut 

DSLR Nikon 3100 

RAW format 

Manual shoot 

edited on Adobe lightroom

Stranger to Myself

Maybe I was never me

Maybe I was never anything 

Maybe I'm just a floating body of unfinished thoughts

and hidden conflicts 

about the knowing and not knowing of everything 

do I know?

I know nothing of me

I'm a stranger

Self Portrait Photography 

DSLR Nikon 3100

Raw 

series of 6 images 

Contrast

Almost 3:45

People of the soul

Talk to my soul or don't talk to me at all 

أنا عامل / أنا عاملة (AUB 150th play)

The Theater Initiative at AUB

The Centre of Arts and Humanities (Mellon Grant)

The Department of Fine Arts and Art History

Present:

أنا عامل / أنا عاملة

Collective Work

Conceived & Directed by Sahar Assaf

This piece of verbatim promenade theater uses material from 72 recorded interviews with janitors, students, and teachers at AUB conducted by students of “Workshop in Theater Production” class over the past 2 months. It aims to celebrate the workers at AUB and give voice to their stories.

Photography Work:

Four Poster Designs:

Poster Presentation Design:

Facebook Event Cover Page 

Information for participants layout

T-shirt design layout

the program layout 

a5 

Recon-Verso: english- arabic 

and finally some pictures form my photography exhibition

under every photo was a recording from the interviews

A couple of lifes before

I fell in love with you a couple of lifes before…

I fell in love with your soul 

I fell in love with you and a lot more 

we all eat our feeling and pretend we are on an emotional diet

Digital art 

50X70cm 

I Am Truly the Beast With In Me

little red riding hood went on a trip 

in that dark forest of fears and never touched tears 

I am not scared she said

while she walked through the black branches 

into the gates of shadows 

he grated behind

she turns to see the face of the so called demon 

broken black crystals in his eyes 

mirror her complection 

he looked at her with her green hazels chacity  

she plead 

with a thousand lies merged into his fur

can I touch you?

she asks so sweetly 

but silent he stays 

can I speak to you?

she requests once again 

but away he turns 

why won't you let me see you?

she cries 

one last time before she leaves him behind 

he looks at her with his black skies 

and says

one cannot easily see one's beast 

for your shadows are deeper than what your eyes can perceive 

she left finally out of that haze

and so she says

about that wolf from that day

I am truly the beast within me

this is how little red riding hood was nor little nor red anymore

digital art 

50x70cm

I am that art piece you can never understand

I am not yours anymore 

I never was 

I am the display on the wall 

the object that cannot be touched

the subject that cannot be discussed

the love you cannot love

I am you

The Truth Can Hurt

My heart asks about that vibe 

Its questions me and pleads for your sight

What can I tell my heart tonight?

As it begs to see you, touch you, feel you 

What do I tell my heart 

Silently spelling your name 

As though you are there to be engraved 

With all the blood and pain

Looks like you are here to stay

Noisy Head

shiii 

Don't see

Don't hear 

Don't even talk 

shii 

be a good girl and keep your thoughts 

Don't share 

Don't care 

Don't love 

be a good women and be tough 

 you are strong enough

Emotional Confects

I have nothing to say

or maybe I have too much to say 

I don't understand 

but… 

It doesn't even matter

does it?

Vibrance

kitty

Souls

we all share a soul 

so look at me 

show me your soul 

Lebanese

Richness is not in the fanciness of our walls 

but from the ages of our stones 

From my home town 

much love

Trees in the City

The House in Blue