My daughter hasn't visited her mama's birthplace yet. I'll keep drawing it for her until she does.
Last week, we visited one of the biggest and oldest abbeys in northern France. Three monks founded the first Benedictine abbey along the River in the 7th century. Ruins like this abbey often brought me great pleasure. A testament to the triumph of architectural creativity over time. Yet now I can't help but think of recent war-torn… Continue reading Ruins
I can not let her sleep. I doodle her often and I wake up her inhabitants. I tell them that I'm worried because I'm starting to forget the little details. The color of the main door, and the exact size of the key. I can't remember what it smelled like in the hollow entrance. … Continue reading I won’t let her sleep
These days I find myself constantly doodling and sketching buildings of the old city of Sana'a. Maybe I'm longing for a part of myself that I had found there. Maybe I just miss it. Maybe it's my way of saying - albeit pointlessly - end this reckless war. Here are two photos of raw, unfinished… Continue reading Bookmarks
This started off as a drawing of colorful Yemeni houses to hang in my daughter Lilia's room. Then, it quickly turned into an anti-war poster.
Sana'a is a must no matter how long the journey.