under the loupe..

Exposure 27...

resourcefulness..

phase 1: an empty box of Montecristo cigars, a sheet of white plexiglass, 4 lm of 1.5mm wires, a fused plug, a ceiling light fitting, and 2 Philips 13W PL-C 865/2P bulbs.



phase 2: a successful atempt after all the wires were unplugged due to dismanteling the light fitting.

phase 3: final layout.

Light-box ready. Reviving old memories...

colour decomposition

mugs mugs mugs..

i have a weakness for "Starbucks" coffee... and mugs.

Inside the black-box

So tired

a little child... after too much "entertainement".

Emotional surge

06.31 driving to the office, along with the rising sun...
listening to Fairuz...

there are these moments when you remember the past with a bitter-sweet feeling... you hold your breath, then just, sigh...

i recall the days when i was back in lebanon, our excursions to the Kannoubin valley [no visual traces with me at the moments, only memories], and in particular, that cave below Hadad...
we were all still back home.. no one was abraod, none of my friends.. [i recall when i first met Eve, how she said that all her friends have travelled, sorry Eve, at that time i didn't actually realize the feeling, only now].

i recall Sally, my beloved friend, the friend i would walk the earth for, the friend for whom i would risk anything.. she intended to help me in a way i'll never forget, she gladly offered me something she needed badly.. she was there for me all the time.. [there is no such thing as recognition, you either love, or love in a different way.]

i left a missed call on her mobile, must be around 04.34 back in Beirut.. she'd probably be worried when she wakes up to find it..

i feel a lot of nostalgia for her, for our long conversations, for our Sunday morning Nescafé and Manakeesh bi Zaatar [thyme pastries, when i used to visit her on almost weekly basis], for our common study sessions, for our shopping strolls.. i even miss her critiques when i waste money on useless stuff [technology]..

when coming to Dubai, i farewelled everyone including my parents, hiding my emotions..
only when she called me from her office to say goodbye, and sorry for not being able to make it to the aritport, only then, did i shed a tear...

distance...

in the summer, she'll be getting married to a gentleman, wish them health, peace of mind, love and wisdom... they make a great couple.

happy women's day Sally...

been like 10 min. i haven't written a word... my ideas are scattered over that dark sea inside my mind...

the surge should be over.
i cast it away deep inside.

sometimes i wonder about the meaning of being strong..
not looking deep inside very often, or having got rid of anything that causes that kind of agitation..?
guess with time i'll learn.

a wiseman would comment: when we are faced with a certain need, our mind takes us to that place where we last found comfort or fulfillment...

i'd strongly agree.