I never usually speak about things like this, but sometimes places deserve to be mourned the same way people are.
The south of Lebanon has been the one place our scattered relatives and friends return to every year after building lives across Canada, Latina America, Europe, and different parts of the Middle East.
We grow up abroad because we have no other option.
Because of years of war, and our own people betraying the south for “peace”.
It was more than just a place.
It was the meeting point between distance and belonging.
The one home that reminds you that despite growing up worlds apart, you still belong to one another.
And this also goes out to the people of Palestine, who have been living through this feeling for years & years.
Years of displacement, separation, destruction, grief, & trying to hold onto home, memory, identity, & humanity while the world reduces their existence to politics, false history & headlines.
But somehow, through all of it, you learn to accept.
You learn to detach.
You learn to rebuild yourself in unfamiliar places.
You learn softness, resilience, humanity, faith, and how to find home within yourself, instead of linking it to people, places and things. I think this is the greatest blessing found.
@ israh€ll you will never be able to replace its soul, its people, & the essence rooted within it.
Mirrored florals
Mirroring used as a design tool
each reflection generating a new composition.
Branches duplicate into silhouettes,
petals construct geometric forms.
Every slide, a different art piece, born from the same bloom ✽
#adobe #visualsymmetry #art
