gesture and the trail of Words
are ways we take by chance, eyes open between words, between the
lines, as we trace some paths. There are roads, made by pigments and inks in the wakes of unknown lands. And then there
are some peoples standing their letters on horizon lines, repeated
infinitely, until exhaustion ».
"Prayer, 2014, 120x40cm, Ink on canvas"
"Approache the silence and make it an echo of your soul
breath after breath
follow the characters
points behind points
symbols become words.
An extension of yourself,
your hidden meaning.
The image visible to the naked eye
the silence around you
Let the « Calam » be its
Chant and Internal psalmody
Throw your ink
As a wave on the shore of paper
Every word has an internal music
sings in movement
Vibrates by INK
Under the fingers of your hand
The "Calam" is playing a musical characters.
"The Conference of the Birds" Farid al-din Attar" : "God set the earth on the back of a bull, The bull on a fish dancing on a spool Of silver light so fine it is like air; That in turn rests on nothing there
But nothing that nothing can share." 2012, 65x160 cm,
: 65x80 + 65x80cm), Ink
and Pigment on Canvas
trace in Arabic .
A return to the source. A
look, a breath, and with one trace, the letters of the alphabet
They speak to the eye which listens with open eyes. The letters engraved on sheets of paper, like grains of sand
placed and replaced by the wind, letter by letter to create words. Words which speak, words and phrases with tongues tainted with
The ink of a scripture that comes and goes like a deep wave, a
wave from within which foams and froths till it finds a way out and
opens the door to non-spoken words. Those words, solitary and in
harmony with the movement of the rose stalk, the “Calam” playing
its flute. A melody of words, visible and yet unreadable but
sometimes audible; if one would listen to their dance, if one would
watch them talk, like music from within.
is a story of traces, traces of an internal story carried by
And carried to the surface of the paper by a breath, as if
it were a voice.
The Calam is like a flute which finds its
movement through the breath of the calligrapher.
Hand and ink
become this movement.
Kaf.Lam.Mim.Noun, «Abstract N°2 & N°3 » (2011) Ink on paper, 2x(24x18cm)