Heart of Silence: Capsule Arts, Dubai
We are no more than slaves to our own narrative, reshaping our parameters of identity and its ownership. To speak is to disappear and to draw is to outline the invisible. The form of the house to me is a symbol of an intangible sense of identity; personal and communal, permanence versus the transient, and migration.
Everyone is an immigrant today - culturally, economically, linguistically, and personally. Everyone is not anymore where they used to be. We are driftwood, complacent in our ecosystem of misbelief.